Talk about a cursed episode. We tried this 3 times and finally got it to record. Either the internet went out or the recording program screwed up but here we are. And even here, her phone signal wasn't that great. Crap. I was determined to get this episode recorded if I had to hitch hike across the country on a camel-toed walrus to get it. But finally we got something. I think you can make out most of what Ve says. She has been such a mensch about everything and really patient. She's either a good friend or a masochist. OH, and hopefully you can hear it, but Ve's website is frendsbeauty.com where you can get her line of make-up brushes.

By the way, Ve has worked on lots of major films and TV shows including Pirates of the Caribbean, Mrs. Doubtfire, Ed Wood, Edward Scissorhands, PeeWee's Playhouse, Batman Returns and like a zillion others. It was such an honor to have her on the show or that I could even get her back on the show after all the crapfest. This episode, even with the problems, illustrates my insane don't take no way for an answer attitude. I'll leave you with a big word. perseverance. Just look the friggin' word up. Do I have to explain everything?

This is a guest that goes right to my Italian linguini. Lou Martini Jr. (didn't ask him where he got the Jr. from, duh) is a great guy from Queens (won't hold that against him, much) that has a house in Tom's River, NJ (sort of redeemed). He's had a long career in the "biz" (ugh, can't believe I said that) including the Godfather and Sopranos. We schmutz for a bit about lots of different things. What about? Just friggin' listen, what am I a book?

I was able to get another guest to actually agree to come on the show, knowing what to expect. Or did he? Anyway, he was cool, or was it hot? Oh, get your mind out of the sauce or into it as our guest was Aaron, the creator/owner of Coney Island Saucery, out of Staten Island, NY, one of the best hot sauces on the market. We discuss how he came up with it and some of the awesome licenses he has secured for labels. So, (and this is my pathetic attempt at metaphor), get ready for some spicy talk. UGH: I'm going to stick my head in an acid bath for that statement. You can find where to buy his stuff at coneyislandsaucery.com.

I know, it's been like over 4 months since I was last on. I'm sure you missed me and wondered if I were still alive. Don't answer that, not like it matters. My loyal Bitchyphiles know where to find me. Anyway, I was away on vacation, which is basically I couldn't afford to record the podcast but my plasma donations came in so here we are. Tonight I just kind of ramble about stuff since I'm so disgusted with everything. Well, maybe except the result of the election. Check it out. I won't wait up.

This was a fun show despite me dealing with a mole on my face. Not that dot, a real mole. He got hold of me in the alley and it was a bitch to get him off. Serenity is really talented, I assume.... no, I kid. She has talent, which is more than I can say about most of Hollywood. I predict she'll be really successful, like me. OK. Shut your traps. I know what you're thinking.

Hey, I was able to finally get another guest. She must be desperate. Anyway, it's teen singer/ventriloquist Sandy Netburn. She tells us how she got started, what inspires her (definitely not me) and lots more crap. And yes, I didn't use my typical dirty clown mouth language, well, mostly.

OH, I said I'd share her social links (not like me, I've been banned for life from all the social sites (like I give a rat's assassin). Enjoy.

https://www.facebook.com/sandy.netburn?mibextid=ZbWKwL

https://www.youtube.com/@sandynetburn7050

https://www.instagram.com/sandy.and.friends/

https://www.tiktok.com/@sandynetburn?_t=8nLKQRiiMYM&_r=1

OK. No one cares but it's been this long because I got evicted from my trash can and thrown out of the library so it took awhile to be able to do a show again. I was able to scrape up enough to get a new can. Anyway, the Bitchy's back and I just came on to update you. There, you're updated, or just up yours. Either way, I'll try to do more shows as the world is so much more screwed up than usual. Also, here's my friggin' email. I would love to have a guest finally say, "screw it, I'll do your show," again. My email is [email protected]. You can also hire me on cameo to insult or whatever... birthday insults, etc. So, there you go, I'm back, like you give a crap. More Bitchy to come. Something I like to do a lot.

Well, here I am again, like a bad sore. Another long layoff because my life is so friggin' busy and productive. NOT. Anyway, with it being the end of the year again... Crap, where does it go? Don't answer, I already know. So I thought I'd give you an early Christmas present. ME. The clown that keeps on giving... you crap.

Tonight is a short show because I'm tired of talking about the same crap. But at least the crap from my mouth doesn't smell.

Enough with the crap. I want to give a big get well to one of my idols, Uncle Floyd, who's going through some things. Saying prayers (yes I do pray... up yours).

So anyway, enjoy the show. OH: and if there's any companies out there that want to sponsor my TV talk show, I'm up for it. I don't care what you sell, just back me and I'll promote it. I'm just that much a clown whore. And don't forget, I still have Trash for sale. Hit me up.

Happy friggin' Holidays.

Well, I took the summer off. Not really, I just got so repulsed by everything going on I spent the summer renovating my trash can, and took a slow trip to Washington DC on the back of an Amish buggy. Also, working on trying to sell my cologne, Trash. Oh, and I actually got someone to buy a Cameo from me. If you want me to insult you, wish you a horrible day or even something nice and positive (excuse me while I puke) then find me on Cameo at 1bitchyclown. But the best news this summer is that I got permanently banned and kicked off X (the crapform formally known as Twatter). They couldn't handle this Bitchy. Boo Hoo. I'm so upset. NOT.

Oh, and today's episode is short but not sweet. Hey, what do you expect from me? I know, I'm hilarious. Enjoy the crap.

Well, it's been awhile... again. I've been working on crap. Well, that and my new cologne, Trash, which is finally in bottles (no don't even think about drinking it, moron). I want to thank my friend for helping make it and the few we've sold so far have had good responses (meaning it didn't attract dogs, 2 or 4 legged). I'm working on getting a deal to get in stores (any that will take them). Meanwhile, I wanted to apologize for the last show. Seems my energy was off because I found out someone roofied the burger I was eating that I found in the garbage. Typical. Anyway, I'm back and you can't keep a good Bitchy down. So enjoy, or not. Like I give a crap. I just keep putting them out there, like smelly shoes on the front porch. And I have Crap Face test my food now. Hey, it was his idea.