take these, for these are my podcasts…
Tonight we share two fantastic hours of music with my mom, who didn’t send one fucking request in… REALLY MOM? ON MOTHERS DAY? NO REQUESTS?
Guess I am winging it as usual! AND I’M GOING TO BREAK FORMAT!
According to the Bureau of Made-Up Statistics (BOMUS) – 75% of all podcasts don’t make it past 3 episodes. What does that mean? Well, it means if we do one more episode, Jamal and I can call ourselves ‘winners’. Which we are. And we will.
What?
The least said about this episode the better… because it speaks for itself. It’s a talk show, after all. And what are gonna do – a full fucking write-up here in the post text about the topics covered, jokes made and missed and some unnecessary self-congratulatory bullshit?
No sir – we won’t do it.
Tits. They love tits. And beer and video games. And being left alone, mostly.
AND GOOD MUSIC!
Low-key celebrating the launch of my NEW show with an episode of my OLD show… and probably having a few…
A Few Small Beers.
My first new talk show in QUITE awhile! It’s two middle-aged, overweight, Farfield County White Guys of Privilege debating Rolling Stones’ list of the Top 50 Bands of All Time, discussing beer, drinking beer and not giving a shit about editing or actual ‘content’.
But we already started making notes for Episode 102!
I’ve been meaning to do three triples on an episode for like 3 years now… it was worth the wait!
