The gents from Tampa gather again this week to talk shop while not wearing pants. In this episode, they drool over Britney Spears in stone, or maybe not. They throw rocks at cars, or maybe not. And then they rock out on Facebook with warrants for arrest, or maybe not. Yes indeed, these are the dirty rats, the boys, the goomba's who have the cannolis to rant, rave, and poke at the radiculopathy connectors in the body of the thin-skinned. The dirty rats don't dance to snakes as that's not what it takes to love them. Enjoy and rest assured, they promise to not do stand-up.