This is it.  Here we complete the 26th mile of the Chirdonathon, cross the finish line, and receive the oxygen and hydration we so desperately require.

(I know, the analogy doesn’t really work, but I’m going with it.  Except not anymore.  You’re welcome.)

Jeff recently moved to Ohio.

Greg apparently has opinions of Ohio drivers.

And Jeff, in a whirlwind of quotable genius, utters a series of bumper sticker phrases pointing a harsh finger at the state whose motto should be, “Even With God, All Things Are Assuredly NOT Possible.”

1.  Ohio: Barely Not Juggalo.
2. My fiancé: Ohio is killing her.
3. Ohio: Count the cars that don’t have a bumper.  At all.
4. Ohio: If your seat belt clicks and your car hasn’t exploded, you can drive that death trap.

Pennyslvania, and Pittsburgh in particular, wasn’t left unscathed. Heather here coins the phrase:

1. The Pittsburgh Left: You Must Hate Your Passenger.

(Greg agrees.)

And to complete the topical smorgasbord of non sequitur cultural taboo, we discuss Prince, Bill Cosby, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, white rappers, and, yet again, Frankenhooker.

Fun.

Times.

We present to you, “I Drink 2 4get…(Chirdonathon, pt 7).”

And the music…still Prince.  We’ll begin with “Pope,” and end with a killer live version of, “Alphabet Street.”  And in the episode you’ll hear, “Gett Off,” “CREAM,” and “Sexy Mother Fucker.”  Shaking that ass, shaking that ass, shaking that ass.

It’s still hard to imagine he’s gone.

-G