We're comin' at you liiiiiiiive from the heart of the deep south, but not like, the actual south [Clip of an anti-pride rally chanting] but more the idealized concept of the south, primarily as invented by the Japanese [Cow bell, stock gunshot sound effect, moo] about to hit you with an hour of a mix so creamy the cows'll come home early. [Same moo sound effect, overlaid on itself several times to make a stuttering noise.] This ain't your rancher's station: we're spinning beats fatter than my tits [Cartoon *boing*, cow bell] with the most lactose-laden acts of the 21st century who'll either make you get out of your seat and dance or fling off your top to try and keep it dry [Sound of a half-empty gallon jug being shaken.]. Now sit back, [Leather creak] get your breast pumps on [Pneumatic hiss] and settle in for: that's right, sixty minutes of dairy-fresh def jams to kick your mammaries into overdrive! [Stampede of hoofbeat, same moo sound effect as before overlaying one another repeatedly until faded out fully.]

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