Happy Easter home skillets! Today we discuss mostly a bird that's pissed off at it's old cage and then we rant about how gay Tom Cruise is. This is a funeral podcast. 

This week the gang talks about stuff. Like do I really have to break this down? NO ONE READS THIS ANYWAY. Straight up I can’t even get MJ and Brian to listen to the damn episodes without reminding them when they are out. So if they don’t even know WHEN THEIR OWN SHOW IS OUT what’s the likelihood that they or anyone else reads this? Slim to none, home skillet. Strike Hard. Strike Fast. NO MERCY.

BACKSTREETS BACK, as are we. We all got covid like real bad well not real bad I was fine I got vaxxed but Brian didn't and he almost died so yea. So anyway for this episode Brian just randomly came by our house one afternoon and demanded we did a quick recording based off his experience at a service earlier that day. We also learn some new groundbreaking information about smokeless tobacco and its long term effects on one's health.

It's a new year, but the same crap. Brian, Jack, and MJ discuss their latest misadventures with the illustrious Father Catholic Pants, delve into Phillip Seymour Hoffman's drug habits, and call a grocery store for some reason. Then Jack goes on a solo adventure to a pick up a body from a mansion! Shut up, Samantha.

Merry Christmas everyone! What's more Christmas-y then a Thanksgiving Special! WHAT? I'M BUSY OK? DON'T EVEN GET ON MY ASS ABOUT IT WE'VE BEEN BUSY AF. Just take what you can get even though it's late I don't wanna hear shit. But yeah it's thanksgiving (when we recorded this) and we are celebrating by complaining as usual. Then I tell a crazy story about a chicken. Man work has been a drag, but at least I got to go see the new SPIDER-MAN, it was really great. I'm so glad all the gambling and alcoholism hasn't worn too hard on Tobey Maguire he did a-maze balls.

Hey guys, I know I'm kinda expected to write a description of the episode here or whatever but I'm just not really feeling it today. I've got a bit of a cold and just feeling a general sense of catharsis with what we are doing here. Like where is this going? Is there a point to any of this? Are Left Twix and Right Twix actually different? It's just stuff I've been thinking about, like realistically, can a blind damn monkey do better than this shit? How are you gonna mail me a sundae god damnit, cause I want it now.