This is easily our most offensive episode yet. Like that-time-I-faked-a-miscarriage-for-Halloween motherfuckerbulldogcheeksshitcuntfartbloody stoolsnottyshlongtwogirlsonecupcockbastardmeatpursedonkeypunch offensive.
I’d like to start by acknowledging that we make mistakes. Yes, I know, it’s hard to believe, but we fuck up sometimes. Like my grandfather’s name is “Ed” not “Gerald” or whatever it was I said(see Ep.39). The most glaring mistakes in this show are the date for the Ditch the Pilot benefit show, (Dec. 8 ) since they house got burnt down, and the fact that this is our 41st episode, not our 40th. But anyways….
We cover a lot of ground in this nearly 2 hour episode. Mike Adragna, Morgan Hough and Tom McInturf of Red Mercury are
this week’s victims are a bunch of really fun guys. They got the vibe of the show right away and rolled with it. I think I even blushed a couple of times (AND I tell an awful, awful joke I made up and promised teh Wifey I wouldn’t repeat. But, ssshhh – don’t tell her.) Red Mercury plays a few really fucking awesome live songs and some tracks off of their fairly new CD; in the interview, they really let their hair down, but… we already talked about that.
We also touch on the Caughlin Fire, Movember, Marianarchy, football (Raiders suck, Go Pack!), how busy Rick is and much much more. Well, not really MUCH, much more, but some other things, and postulations and theorems waxing upon life. And bad jokes. Lots of those.
And as always, my Unseen Audience: Thanks for listening.