The Wailing Wall

Let them soup present in her sanctum mystery, starring Boris Carla. Good evening, friend of the inner sanctum. This is your host to welcome you through the squeaking door into the land of ghosts, vampires, and other gay hilarious people.

Friends, are you looking for an apartment? Well, we have just the place for you. steadily built, completely a marble, with coal running water every time it rains. You don't have to worry about the landlord putting you out, the lease is forever.

All you have to do to get this little love nest is call your undertaker and get yourself a little bit dead. Mr. Host, I assure you no one is the least bit interested in your offer.

But marry, just think. Once you're dead, you can appear on inner sanctum. You know, we always have a ghost in our story. Someone whose voice comes back from the grave and gives advice to our characters.

Sometimes I think our theme song should be, my mummy done told me. Well, that's very funny. But you know, Mr. Host, talking about voices coming back. That's what happened to me the other day. I heard my own voice coming back to me on the radio while I was eating breakfast.

No. I just heard the new Lipton jingle and then I heard myself. Yes, there I was, talking about inner sanctum and about Lipton tea, too. You see, it was a record, an electrical transcription that I had made, all about Lipton's brisk flavor, how Lipton's always tastes fresh and full-bodied, never wishy-washy.

And you know what? There was a man on the record who talked almost like you, Mr. Host. An empicer, I'll kill him. Oh, it was just in fun. He made spooky remarks when I talked about Lipton tea.