The road to the gates of Sodom is the road to evil and other damnation.

You go to hell go to hell

go to jesus age christ

hell

oh The Welcome to the Beehive, Master, Lucifer!

Thank you, Master, Lucifer!

Welcome to the Beehive, where we slide that sweet, funny honey down your gullet, slicker than a horny soccer mom.

Round these parts, they call me Jessup.

Joining me today is my little sweet and low, and if you don't know, now you know, Stephanie.

Hi.

We are gearing up for our two-week vacation cross-country.

We sure are.

What do you think about that with little Nandor?

I'm excited, anxious, nervous. Well, by the time you hear this, we will actually be there. We will. Exploring Wyoming, Yellowstone, and all the national parks around that area. Are there rattlesneaks there? Rattlesnake's going to get you. Are the rattlers there? I don't know why there wasn't an awesome 80s hair metal song called The Rattlesnake or the Rattler. How about the Rattler's going to get you? Ratler's going to get you. Bound, bough, bong, bong. The Rattler's going to get you. Bound, bough. All right, you heard that two-note riff, Ben Eller?

Now make that into a song, and then that's going to be our hair metal song.

We'll do.

And they'll get Prince Diamond Matt involved in that.

So yeah, but we drive in all the way to, we're going to stop by Chicago to meet up with

our buddy, Jay, who is co-owner of the brood, which if you're not familiar,

it's a Chicago-based horror-themed cafe, coffee, janky, macchiato, and he'll make you all the weird shit that, like, you know, one pump, no sugar, vanilla, two pump, caramel, full sugar,

half pump, latte, oat milk mixed with hard grinds from Nova Scotia.

Extra hot.

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