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Jeff and Lance are kicking off Hurricane Season, talking about random esoterica. There was a sensationalized brawl in Tigerland. There was a stabbing on a train in Portland. Varg talks about both of these incidents and the hazards of internet discussion when overpoliced for wokeness. Donald Trump is the You Mad, Bro? President. We have advice for responsible Twitter use.
We wonder if we’re “descending into Ignatianism” and take a panhandler tour of New Orleans.
Uncle Louie is in legal trouble. The legislature is almost home now. A guy named Sherman Mack is a Jamoke. We’re talking super-nerdy prison reform stuff when our impromptu guest joins us. Her name is Alexandra and she is from California via England. We finish the segment and get re-set to do the rest of the show with her sitting in. Oh also? we regret to inform you our friends in the Krewe of Nyx are at it again. Also, too, there is a guy named Barrow Peacock.
We remember that we were supposed to talk about Hurricane Season and so we do that. The problems of the seasonal forecast, figuring out when a hurricane might hit Hollywood, California, evacuation plans, floating balls of fire ants, the regular stuff. Also we play the obligatory hurricane name game trying to figure out which one will be the real bad one. (There is an obvious answer.)
Next, we talk with our guest about her experiences working at Cafe Du Monde. You can do some interesting things with powdered sugar, apparently.
In a sort-of SOSO segment, Lance takes Jeff on a date to see The Happy Talk Band at Siberia. Also Varg goes to Pensacola for Memorial Day. Other things happen. Jeff reads one Jivewire listing (sponsored by We Met In The Air ).
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