Armageddon Afterparty

It’s another socially distanced episode, folks. Hear the guys talk about Covid tests, Rudy Giuliani’s wet fart, and some Trump news. They debate bringing a personal heater to the bar, talk about some RIPs, and discuss some possible sponsorship opportunities. And, they wonder if the need to get on Parler.

Dick Loverboy celebrates Joe Biden’s victory. Rev Flo offers a Star Wars correction. The guys talk about movie nights, John Grisham novels, and the career of Oliver Platt. Lil’ Skweeque offers some show recommendations and his thoughts on the smells on porn sets. There are tales of motorcycle escapades, down syndrome triathlons, and self-pleasure in the White House. They debate real vs fake Christmas trees and discuss the recent over-cologning of the Rev Flo’s groceries.

The guys gather virtually to discuss the aftermath of the US presidential elections and check the accuracy of the last episode’s predictions. Jon explains his plans to take over Parler. DLB gets a new alias. The guys ponder Christian Facebook and wonder if we have seen the last of candidate Trump. They share fond memories of Alex Trebek and Sean Connery, revisit a conversation about mustard, and make some more predictions.

The guys gather virtually to discuss Jon’s hatred of chiropractors, Dick Loverboy’s candy tube, Ichabod and Mr. Toad, and the new Borat movie. Then the guys make some very drunk predictions about the upcoming election.

The guys gather in person for another socially distanced episode, and they welcome a very special guest, Cathy, a lady who only recently discovered The Armageddon Afterparty and who really brought a lot to the table. They discuss some politics, The Fast and Furious movies, Dick Loverboy’s pants, voter suppression, Rudy Giuliani, Jeffrey Toobin, and Carole Baskin. They debate how bad the US Senate smells and the best way to dispose of a body. Jon talks about Prime Rib Biscuits (featuring fried egg!). And, Cathy takes the guys up on the Robocop 2 challenge.

The guys are back separated by the internet, possibly where they belong. This episode kicks off with a rare SSG from Jon. The guys talk about the debates and the President getting Covid. Rett tells about his new yard projector and giant screen. They mourn the loss of Eskimo pies and Eddie Van Halen. TJ sings the praises of sweat pants. Rett explains his humor and encourages the listeners to do their civic doodie.

For this milestone episode, they guys gather in person for the first time since Covid 19 changed everything. Rest assured, they recorded outside on the porch and maintained a rather drunken level of social distancing throughout. The guys check in with a number of previous podcast guests to see how their previous podcast appearances have changed their lives for the better, and they take a little stroll down memory lane. Thank you to Mutha, Ken, Adam, Henry, and Will for taking part in this landmark episode of the Armageddon Afterparty, and thank you so much to everyone who has listened and hopefully enjoyed our podcast over the last seven years. We love you guys.

Jon finally gets to explain how he thinks that his wife may one day kill him. The guys discuss family gatherings in the times of Covid, Trump’s high opinion of veterans and amputees, and the Netflix shows Love on the Spectrum and Pick of the Litter. They also talk about magnet fishing, metal detecting, and other old man things. And the Republican National Convention. And farts.

It’s another socially distanced episode. Rett opens with an apology. The guys talk about UGA football and the likelihood of a season. Rett updates everyone on his efforts to get Joe Biden elected and takes a surprisingly strong stance against capes. Jon wonders if his wife may kill him.

The guys talk about other local podcasts, comfortable clothes, and peeing on pizza. They wonder if TJ may have actually gotten away with murdering Tara Baker in Athens in 2001. They talk about Karens, Covid, and Rett’s upcoming vacation. They make some Vice-Presidential nomination predictions and debate going to Sturgis.