Episode 18 is ‘pon us ya’ll!

Happy Birthdays to Whoopi, Gerry and the hubby of the poddy!

Don’t you just hate it when the ceiling spontaneously collapses on the child you’re meant to be taking care of? Or you casually bowl it down the garden path? So far, fortunately only one of these things has happened to us, tune in to find out which!

We are being inspired this week by the sexy men of the world who are doing a better job of being women than us, so with this in mind we are taking to a pole and developing an alter ego to escape our gobliny ways for one hour a week.

C does a glorious job of reminding us of how old and incapable we are all of a sudden.

Side note: Did anyone else get a warning that the physical decline was nigh?

It feels like we found a letter down the back of the sofa that remained unopened for at least a decade, which apparently stated we are rapidly approaching the point of no return.

Anyway, it appears it’s too late for us to move about now and I don’t know who to write to to complain.

We are redesigning armpit razors since C has shrunk to the size of a borrower, I was kindly trying to invent a lollipop style deodorant for C’s elephant graveyard and she insisted I must have my arms glued to my legs for the rest of my life.

We are reminiscing about our formative years as pub children, and how this shaped us into the well rounded, feral dump folk we are today. Meeting Slash emerging from a bag of Christmas decorations will do that to you.

Tune in your wireless to join us on this wild ride on BUTTSTUFF!

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