Hey there, D2Dreeps.  Are you ready for a marathon of Chirdon…a…Chirdonathon?

Sure you are.  I promise.

Here we (…Greg, Heather, Chris, Jeff, […Ralph, Johnnie too…]…) sample a variety of Wigle spirits.

Here Greg guides a tasting.  A tad inebriated, but still a sturdy guide.  (Likely if you read that immediately previous phrase too quickly, you processed, “study guide,” but that’s not what it says.  Look again.  Yep.  Sturdy.) Guide.

Here we learn about the origins of this quartet.  Like the Beatles, but without all the fame and musical talent, though Jeffrey can fart the Star Spangled Banner if you give him enough cheap Canadian bacon.

Here we talk about the Atari 2600 game, “E.T. The Extraterrestrial,” (…redundant much, Spielberg…) and Steve, the bird who sounds like perhaps your chair is squeaking.  (Don’t worry, your chair isn’t squeaking.  That’s Steve. [Actually, what the hell do I know?  Your chair may very well be squeaking.  Annoying, innit?  But so is Steve.  Not annoying…squeaking.  And that might annoy you.  It shouldn’t though…really he’s kinda cute.  Oh hell, Steve will be, particularly near the beginning of the podcast, at least one thing squeaking in your ear.  That I know.  End of paragraph.])

Here we discuss the things that made and make us…and, if we’re being entirely honest, will continue to make us…drink.

Here we end the podcast with no closing music given time constraints and the fact that the Greg typing this post is currently too damn drunk to figure shit out.  (So why is he trying to post this right now?)  Good question, ask that drunk asshole.  (Which is me.)  So ask me.  (But I won’t answer, so don’t ask.)

K?

K

We present to you, “Shaler Rollin’ (Chirdonathon, pt 1).”

 

    ShAT. Shaler Area Titans. Yeah. The acronym is ShAT.