I retell the harrowing tale of how I and my fat body conquered the steel industry and destroyed an office chair; Also, I wander into madness talking about movie believability, Angela Lansbury, and Con-Air. Just good old-fashioned jibber jabber.

I'm really not gay, but I really do have an obsession; Halloween costume ideas leads to a very gross internet search and I make it gay(er); Your mother told you never leave your house with dirty underwear on. Your mother, not mine; A second English lesson that America clearly needs. 

Fat Guy progress report number 2; No matter what the subject I spiral into talking about butt sex. There is no punchline. I'm concerned; Going against my own values, I decide to let a certain group of people have it. 

Fat Guy progress report; I make a confession to Carlos and hope my music will heal his gay heart; If aliens exist, they're playing with our butts for fun; Old people get a free pass; Don't stop believing (remix)

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I had a full weekend, so take what you can get; Sir Valentine and his quest to slay the mighty V; I got nothing, so here's a new music track.

Planet Fitness meet Planet Fatass; I hilariously recreate Ken Paxton running for his life from a subpoena, (And Asians); Roadhouse and the one line you might want to reconsider during a fight. 

Song: Coolio (rest in peace, brother) "Fantastic Voyage"

The three speeds of internet browsing and the consequences of not respecting them; Joey "Beanball" Valentine takes the mound; Jesus saves, Gretzky scores: Religion in sports.

*DISCLAIMER* I apologize that there is a ton of reverb on the recording of my voice and it sounds like I recorded in a bathroom. I didn't realize it was on and I was not about to try and re-record a perfectly good show. That said, today's show:

Outro song: California Boy

Well...I talk about something. Movie reviews, and finding a certain word hilarious and finally coming full circle to making people listen to me urinate. I've been told I share too much.

I rant and rave about the ridiculousness of how important giant metal boxes are; As a fed up Cowboys fan, I finally let my team have it.