Hello and welcome to the political orphanage, a home for plucky misfits and problem solvers.

I'm your host Andrew Heaton, wishing you a safe gluttonous Thanksgiving, just oozing with

gravy and trip to fin.

If anybody needs me, I'll be in Alva, Oklahoma,

the Paris of Northwest Oklahoma.

I've only been skinny dipping one time. It's a little embarrassing. Not the nudity I've made

peace with being a medium. No, the embarrassing part is that it took place at Improv Camp.

That's right, I am admitting to have attended Improv Camp.

Three times.

While there, a bunch of us decided to go skinny dipping.

But there were other groups at the camp, near the beach,

who had nothing to do with improv at all,

and who might not like us getting naked, and whom he most certainly did not want to see get naked ourselves.

We did not want them to join in.

That's the worst case scenario.

One group was not too far away.

They were enjoying a fire and we decided somebody

ought to go make contact with these people so they're not alarmed when they

hear a bunch of improv comedians giggling and splashing around in the dark.

Because of my award giggling and splashing around in the dark.

Because of my award-winning hostage negotiator personality,

I was nominated to represent the group.

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