The weather. Tomorrow, expect a... Biting cold front. Mmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise, slowly but surely, reaching their peak in the afternoon.

Not in the mood for miserable weather.

Fly cheaply to Turkey with Sun Express.

Sun Express, nonstop sunshine.

It's the lapsed fan wrestling podcast with Jack and Carnaccio and J.P. Sorrow.

It's still real to be, damn it.

The Lapsed fan.

In all my years in professional wrestling, I've never seen anything like it.

Oh my God.

Drop kick in the beauty.

The Sandovali!

The Sackle!

Well, it's the Laps fan man.

Number one in the ring.

Forget about Sassarro. we're the real king of swing. When the bell goes dang, they kick like me, thrown in the corner as a splash like sting.

Even Jerry King will take off the crown, nodding his head like his Lelo Brown.

When you get low down, but we go even higher, flip you on your head, but you know, goo driver.

You be spitting more now that the dragon spits fire.

Give you more shock than when edge retires.

Dropping more truth than a kind of sniper.

Blash you with a coconut, Roddy Piper.

Jack of JP, be like Y, D.

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