take these, for these are my podcasts…
It’s the OFFICIAL ‘Anti-Valentine’s Day’ show (for many good reasons as of late), and by the title I am sure you can pick up the mood and vibe I am going for.
Don’t worry, I still love my wife and may very well still remain married to her at least for a bit longer… we will have to see how the surgery goes.
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?
As I glance at my SWATCH I see that it’s been a minute since I did a SATURDAY NIGHT RAP BATTLE… actually it’s been like 18 months. So here it is – the THIRD in a series. Sorry for the wait, maybe we can FINALLY find Spock!
This show is probably going to be enjoyed later this evening, and in fact might be BEST enjoyed after 10:30 PM Eastern which is when I will be possibly polluting your socials with a possible Listen-A-Long. But look at me – POSTING IT EARLY!
And I don’t even like hockey that much! Too cold out there!
Our first health scare of the year and we didn’t even make it to the Super Bowl yet.
Don’t worry, it’s not kancer… or even cancer.
Yet!
Tonight we celebrate past ‘New Year’s Steves’ such as Perry and Winwood and we crown a new one… so let the black smoke rise as this Conclave has concluded.
Oh and fuck 2024, and fuck U2 as well.
