Croncast - 2008-05-28.mp3 Show: #493 Length: 28:21 Size: 19.5 mb Format: mp3 Show us some love and leave us a review at iTunes Good grief we are back Thanks to Betsy for showing back up You come back from San Francisco wearing my clothes Up sidles a Wrangler wearing Milwaukee chick She's checking me out Of course she is "So what are you doing in San Francisco?" "I'm here with my friend." "You don't have to call her your friend anymore." The spandex blend is alive and well You can look at Iowa from behind and know it's Iowa The smell of Dubuque jumps off The hills and the highway I drive better than those taxi drivers Don't look forward You check carry on bags? Yes, need to keep her creams and powders The vacation schedule The romantic cruise We just wanted crab The Russians followed me from Goodwill Our waiter wanted to argue Today, today it is my first day Crab comes with nothing? No one comes between Jeanie and her side salad Dungeness crab is a mud spider She called me a hot mess in Cantonese We end up at a tea shop in China town White hippie chick running it In sweeps hippie number one She's totally a trust fund baby Character after character after character You can make tea from anything Why didn't you stop and ask a homeless person? I didn't realize you were green with dots . . . what the hell do you have? Mr B, this is my town though I knew it once I stepped off the plane