YYYYW: Breast In Peace
Back without a vengeance! Two hours! New Lambchop! New Afghan Whigs! Old jokes! Dead tits!
Same old song and dance!
take these, for these are my podcasts…
Back without a vengeance! Two hours! New Lambchop! New Afghan Whigs! Old jokes! Dead tits!
Same old song and dance!
The degree of difficulty for tonights show? No George Jones.
YOU: But Your Host, it seems as if there are eleven songs on this episode…
YOUR HOST: God damn right, there are.
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.
That would make this episode a sprint!
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!
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.
I’ve been meaning to do three triples on an episode for like 3 years now… it was worth the wait!
Relax, it’s only an hour show tonight. But it is a very GOOD hour.