Greetings and salutations. You've successfully arrived at the bloody disgusting network.

The passage of time will now bring you to something strange, unique, and idiosyncratic.

Have a good time.

Shh!

Listen to this. This is the tape I found downstairs.

It has been a number of years since I began excavating the ruins of Kondar with a group of my colleagues.

Now my wife and I have retreated to a small cabin in the solitude of these mountains.

I believe I have made a significant find in the condarian

ruins, a volume of ancient Sumerian burial practices and funerary incantations.

It is entitled Nachon de Monte, roughly translated Book of the Dead.

From the Narl Woods of Michigan, to the Sun Kiss Skyline of LA.

We are Halloween.

You said I hope you understand when you read this letter that you're better off without me.

Cus surround me is stormy weather, stormy weather.

Stormy weather. Storm weather.

It always surrounds me.

I build you 20 letters from Paris last year. Well, you've been gone six months and I've got the fear.

After all the songs that we've sung together after all the sweet and all the stormy weather.

That's right, I am one of your co-host Justin Fakes Shemp Gerber traveling with my fellow

Halloweenies just a gang of podcasters singing along to classic songs on the radio heading out to a

rundown cabin in the middle of nowhere where we hope to you know do some drugs nothing

too hard maybe give you know magnifying glass necklaces to the women that we love,

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