take these, for these are my podcasts…
This is a fantastically depressing yet low-key BANGER of an episode and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy run-on sentences but you probably won’t so fuck you.
Is this the one of my weirder ones? Kinda. And eighty-four minutes? Who does THAT? Well, in 2021 I did an 86 minute show and an 87 minute show. It’s true – check the Woo-chives (say it like archives not like chives which I think maybe is a vegetable?)!
I hijacked my own show AGAIN. But I think it works…
No. It works. I”m sure of it.
BY THE WAY: Just because I use a few songs with the same words in the title does NOT make it a ‘themed’ episode.
We’re flexible, adaptive, limber… we called an audible tonight and made it a GARAGE PARTY!
Who’s we?
Since tomorrow’s massive, throbbing MIXMAS EVE SHOW is geared more towards actual in-person guests we will be hosting here at The Overlook Studios at Putnam Peak AND since The MIXMAS DAY Show will remain recursively redundant… I am giving you your present now, kids.
It’s one hour of some of my favorite songs from some of my favorite artists. It’s a JGM and an EHM. You know what I am talking about.
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.
I think Mia Culpa is actually a midfielder for the US Women’s National Soccer Team.
