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Ladies and gentlemen, this is Bill Goodwin. We realize the 10th list of the situation, and this program will be interrupted instantly for any important invasion practice. Meanwhile, leave the brothers, make this a swan, so God you might enjoy a momentary diversion in the form of the two cackles with George Burns to break the island,

in a cash to swan, pet, and fill it with his orchestra. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

to sit there after breakfast coffee, George says, gromillion to space. On his plate are a couple of untetched cold fried eggs, which look much happier than he does. What's next thing here? Don't you want to know, Fred?

No. They're very fair. No, thanks. They're less than 24 hours old. I just died them yesterday morning. What's next? Oh, what's next? Is your darling little hibber? No. Is there a pain in your precious little child?

No. Is it time you go back right? No. Is there a pain in your great big nose? No. Oh sometimes you're too bad for you. Oh I'm not sick. I'm just retarded because I'm afraid.

You are not. Oh yes I am. You married a poor, miserable, broken-down, flawed, and nothing. You're just your true little actual idiot. It's true. I'm a complete boss. I'm a complete buff. Baked a ram for political office.

He's got one vote, my own. And you told me Harry James wanted me to sing with his band and that was a mister. I'm a fake retiree James, but we left. You have a god's his father.