Good evening, gentle listener, and welcome to Distractable.

This episode, Waggi Wade has a metaphobia and investigates the sensibilities

stimulated by the senses. Marting Band Mark is perplexed by perforations, boobes chikabowowowowow, classic cavalcades,

and wants to hire pro sneezers.

The grimed Bob blabbers about bossing, butter, nachos, a shiny bonnet and yells while yacking.

From full sacks to essence of poop.

He he heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. It's time for the episode you can taste. Now sit back and prepare to be distracted and enjoy the show.

Hello everyone, welcome back to another episode of Distractable.

I'm today's host, Wade.

Joined as always by my compatriots, compadres, co-hosts, cohorts, co-conspirators, Mark and Bob.

I like co-conspirators, I'll roll with that.

I like whatever amalgamation of words you said in the beginning. Whatever that was, I'm about it.

Hello? No, no, no, the cum-somethings.

Cum-sacs?

Yeah, I'll be your cum-sac.

Thank you.

I've always wondered, but I never had the nerve to ask.

That's why I'm here.

Well, welcome to the show where one of us hosts the other jicopoeep for points and the

winner gets to the next step. Oh wait, I forgot I got to take this stuff off.

Oh Lord in heaven that's okay.

Don't show Mark's face up to this point do you want to like delete this recording

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