take these, for these are my podcasts…
It comes down to a choice between booze and beef. You might think it’s a no-brainer, but so far it’s been All Quiet On The Frontal Lobe for me… hopefully this show and some cold ones next to the fire can sort it all out for me.
Back without a vengeance! Two hours! New Lambchop! New Afghan Whigs! Old jokes! Dead tits!
Same old song and dance!
As we threatened previously, we COMPLETELY overdeliver on our ‘let’s get lit BEFORE the show and keep drinking as we record’ promise from last episode.
You’re welcome.
EDITOR’S NOTE: There is a better than 75% chance that I will re-edit this, boost the levels and fix the glaring mistakes that Jimmer will text to me as I am driving this evening to visit my cousin.
Youth softball, sneezing, the Mystery Beer, spilling said Mystery Beer, vehicular homicide and masturbating, 90’s music, The Meadows, almond butter, possible crossover appeal, Ken Marino and planning ahead.
Episode recorded yesterday – certified FRESH!
YOU: But Your Host, it seems as if there are eleven songs on this episode…
YOUR HOST: God damn right, there are.
I am done lying to you because I know you are tired of me lying to you.
Stick around for a treat later.
The answer is ten, by the way. But tonight’s show features eleven songs.
It’s all so very confusing.
Posting it almost two weeks late BUT it is worth the wait because we talk about beer and pussy, over-the-ear headphones in public, we celebrate Juneteenth and discuss how my dad got rich after the war
