take these, for these are my podcasts…
I am sure my intro doesn’t accurately portray just how pissed off I am today. I am not sure if the song selection accurately portrays it either because I have forgotten what songs I had selected and sequenced already.
Fuck off.
Listen. Laid off and running. What I know now? I’ll be alright without you. Seasons change, Love goes on.
These things… all these things that I’ve done? Shouldn’t be ashamed.
Time to kill… it’s time to get ill… the last time. A Promise. Promises, promises… What a fool believes?
Gimme some money.
It’s not that I have anything against John Oates personally – I mean I have the dude’s autograph… it’s just that he didn’t fit with tonight’s show is all.
Again, nothing personal, John. Keep Rockin’.
Two Show Friday? Yeah. Two Show Friday! You’re welcome, friends.
And yes, tonight’s show probably should’ve been rolled into the ‘Friendsgiving’ show in November.
And to answer your most burning of questions: Applejack is my favorite.
1 teaspoon sugar, 3 dashes Angostura bitters, 1 teaspoon water, 2 ounces bourbon (or rye whiskey, if preferred), garnish: orange twist… then add about an hour of fantastic music curated by Your Host… and there ya go!
While putting together this show, I said to myself ‘I think I’ve done this show before’.
I had. So about twenty minutes into this show I said ‘fuck it’ and I O’Rourke’d you.
You’re welcome.
Happy Birthday to Sal and Brandon… and fuck Led Zeppelin while we’re at it, because Jimmy Page is a pedophile.
I think Mia Culpa is actually a midfielder for the US Women’s National Soccer Team.
