On this episode of the commercial break.

If you ask me today, Memorial Day, 2025, whether or not I regret having a wise idea to do 12 episodes of the commercial break in a 24-hour period,

I would tell you no.

Nay, no, I do not, because my original idea was to do 24 episodes in 24 hours,

to which my long time and very faithful co-host said, fuck you.

And cooler heads prevailed.

I dug my heels in for a few days,

but when she just flat out refused to go along with the idea,

I figured it might be hard to do 24 episodes and 24 hours if I had no co-host.

So 12 of them.

That's what we settled on.

I still think there's a chance she might not show up,

but I'm hoping you do. DCB's endless day at the end of this week, Saturday, May 31st.

And in preparation for our big 12 episodes, we're missing one regular episode this week, So the math still isn't mathing. I intended

to put out 16 episodes in one week, but now it's going to be 15, as we just could not record

enough guests to have one play today for a TCB infomercial Tuesday. So, in return, I give

you a TCB classic. Every time I do that damn Carl voice, you know the one, hey girl, it's Carl.

That one, based on the infamous preacher Carl Lenz, we get a slew of messages on our

TCB hotline.

90% of them are from you, the good-natured listener who takes comfort in the laughable hypocrisy of megachurches.

However, there is a small segment of the audience that gets really annoyed when I go after these guys and girls.

I don't know. Call me a throwback. Call me a classic. I got a soft spot in my heart for the kind of satire that can actually open eyes to the

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