This cake was delicately prepared by the creamy tips of a deceased pocast of internet's past. The contents were not made following a recipe. The taste is nostalgic! Jimothy and Jer's birds make their presence known to the world. Excitable birbos and roommates that eat bowls of vomit. History repeating itself, even if it involves shock content. A note to myself if I survive. August Alzheimer's. Delayed introductions from the boys. JnJ was engulfed by Kiwis planned podcasting global dominance. Dolly Parton wants to show you her body for her birthday; do not deny her. Jimothy's awful pun meets a lack of approval. Attempting to close Pandora's Box and wondering when it opened. A holy dead-eyed man urinates on a plane with a passenger in the way. Adapting to mass surveillance and totally spooky tracker chips, dude! Human larva, feather prisons, and dying defectives. No more kids unless you have kids, damn it! Jimothy tries to convince Jer to participate in Bean-boozled. Finally, a new Crash Bandicoot! Various video game controller talk. Innocent party hosts finding this podcast. Removing data and dicks from my pickled necrotic corpse-skull. The apocalypse is both suspenseful and irritating. Pay money for my porn, bro. Jimothy continues to prove he knows nothing about cinema. Glitched out of reality. They took my family! ----HOSTS: Jer & Jimothy (JnJ)