Better Than Reading

The boys are back and are delving into the spooky world of unsolved mysteries. Also on the docket are Texan drivers, movie news, Kayne West, and a mystery texter. Also, Mike is fat.

Opening: "Wagon Wheel" by Kevin MacLeod Outro: "Gypsy Jazz In Paris 1935" by Brett Van Donsel. 2016 @BVanDonsel

Holy Moley, it's a new episode! The guys are back to talk about their favorite things: Mike Tyson and hipsters. They also go over New Years Resolutions, the plight of modern music, and defend Cam Newton's honor.

The boys confabulate about Oscar worthy actors and movies, including in-depth analysis of the artform and its influence on mankind. And stuff about wrestling.

Mike and Adam reveal the depth's of their cross-cultural sensitivity. Plus, insightful analysis of the Ukraine crisis. They even recommend some TV options for y'all.

We're back! Hallelujah. Sit back and relax another hour of inanity from your two friends Mike and Adam. And to know what the heck is going on, click this link http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ao-_nOTzq2Y/UWb05QCoH_I/AAAAAAAAOcQ/cM- H2UJ6SH8/s1600/Babugeri,+Bulgarie_WILDER+MANN_+Charles+FREGER+2010+2011.jpg

Mike confesses to a deep-seeded evil. Plus some in-depth sport commentary. Not really. Also some new music recommendations! Who love's ya, baby!?

Settle in for a bi-tri-whatever annual technology episode! Adam and Mike discuss the new Xbox and Playstation consoles that were announced at E3, the pros and cons of the new technology, and whether or not you should buy one. But don't worry, they also talk about robot dogs.

Mike and Adam discuss their plans for kidnapping the new Pope while enjoying fresh squeezed lemonade. This week's podcast is brought to you by Ford. Buy a Ford: why bother getting a good car?

It's a new season! Or a new chapter. Or whatever, the boys are back with a brand new episode. Ironically, they talk about mostly the same stuff as usual. Facebook gets bashed, music is recommended and Mike gets a colonoscopy live on the air!

Our circadian rhythms are all janked up thanks to the evil American farmers. But at least we manage to record our errant ramblings for your listening pleasure. It beats listening to that Interpol album for the umpteenth time, right?