David Hates David

Comedian Tim McLaughlin stops by to help Tveite bully Sitrick about his f#$king gaming chair. Tveite deletes his tweets, Sitrick makes drugs boring, there's a whole lot of talk about the internet and politics. Gotta be honest this is just sort of what's left over after I deleted all the stuff I had to delete. We recorded for four straight days. We are all changed. Get in!

Gather round folks for another rousing rendition of David Hates David. Ballin Out Super's Jeremy Hammond stops by and definitely doesn't say any problem words. Meanwhile, Sitrick hasn't done laundry all quarantine, Tveite hates how much Florida is Florida'ing, and the boys discuss the stupidity of new york comedy.

Friend of the show Kath Barbadoro joins us to talk about the death of standup comedy in a COVID world and Jimmy Fallon's ubiquity in NYC tinder photos while Sitrick and Tveite both decide they have coronavirus.

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As the wavering cry of the foghorn fills the air, the taciturn former lumberjack, David Sitrick, and the grizzled lighthouse keeper, David Tveite, set foot in a secluded and perpetually grey islet off the coast of late-19th-century New England. For the following four weeks of back-breaking work and unfavourable conditions, the tight-lipped men will have no one else for company except for each other, forced to endure irritating idiosyncrasies, bottled-up resentment, and burgeoning hatred. Then, amid bad omens, a furious and unending squall maroons the pale beacon's keepers in the already inhospitable volcanic rock, paving the way for a prolonged period of feral hunger; excruciating agony; manic isolation, and horrible booze-addled visions. Now, the eerie stranglehold of insanity tightens. Is there an escape from the wall-less prison of the mind?

wow, we finally did a quarantine episode. Sitrick and Tveite hold up today's newspaper to prove they're not dead and talk about how they're going crazy in the middle of the world ending. There's another half-committed attempt at improv. We discuss the long lost Rocky sequel where he does math. Also threats of violence at each other! It's everything you love and nothing you hate (except Davids).

Wow, 11 episodes already, where does the time go. This week Sitrick's new meds get thrown in the deep end, Tveite goes canvassing for Grandpa Bernie and irreparably breaks his brain, the boys decide what fictional character figure Bernie Sanders reminds them of, reminisce about purple ketchup, then try to do improv and it goes about how you'd expect.

It's happened again folks, and the surrounding area will take thousands of years to recover. After an explosion at the Sitrick and Tveite factory the production lines started frantically churning out Spectors for reasons unknown to all. It's frankly an affront to god, but soldier on we must. Lot of obscure references in this one, idk what our deal was.

This week Sitrick gets drunk and lays on a train floor, Tveite gets his first tattoo, and the boys threaten to hurt each other quite a bit. This episode is chock full of System of a Down references for some reason.

The official podcast of the Deval Patrick campaign is back. We talk New Hampshire, Deval's support for an anarcho communist utopia, his favorite generation of pokemon, and how badly he wants to sew Tveite up in a bear costume.

This week, Tveite gets punched in the mouth, the boys discuss the super bowl and try to remember the ads. There's a whole lot of shit talk in this one. Like really, a big chunk of diarrhea chat. So, be ready for that. If you're coming for Deval Patrick content we'll probably talk about it next week.