take these, for these are my podcasts…
It’s a bunch of softball dads hanging out, drinking beers and bourbon and listening to music, and it’s completely heteronormative behavior, asshole.
It’s our Prom, damn it, and you’re all gonna get pregnant tonight.
A few weeks ago we talked shit about Steph Curry’s bourbon, and tonight we referenced Adam Curry.
That’s it, that’s probably the highlight.
I don’t think this episode is very good, but i absolutely LOVE this episode if that makes sense.
See you in June!
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.
