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Coming up at the top of the hour, right about four minutes after, it's my strawberry letter for today.

And the subject is, I married a groupie.

We'll get into that.

But right now, it is time for today's prank phone call with the nephew, which got next.

I'm going to give you the prank in a second shirt. I just want, you know, from the last break that we had, the people that called in on Steve's voicemail, I want the record to reflect. Listen, I am five, ten and a half, okay? Let's get this understood out there. Nine and a half, the doctor said. The doctor, now, I don't even go to that doctor no more. I have to five, ten, you had to get a second opinion. Yeah, yeah. You always get to get a second and third opinion, call it, okay, five, ten, and a half. How can you get another opinion on with a measuring tape. Right. It is what it is.

Did you just say that man?

It's not the doctor, Tommy.

Something happened, Shirley.

I used to be five, ten and a half.

Now, I don't know what the hell happened, but I'm fine. You're shrinking.

You're shrinking, right.

I believe whatever height you say you is, Tom. I believe, man. You're shrinking. You're shrinking. I believe whatever height you say you is, Tom.

I believe, man.

You had an operation on your throat.

You lost an inch.

Oh, goodness.

It took an inch of throat meat out, and now you're down.

You're just...

Shut up, boy.

That long-ass neck, that turn of neck.

Your neck is shorter now. Now, Tom, to cause that operation. You can't even wear turtle necks no more. Yes, I can. Well, you got on the t-shirt now. Look how high that is. So cruel. So cruel. I'm just trying to help you joke your way through it. You said you were going to do a special about it. You said they took out an inch of throat meat.

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