Ricky can’t twat and talk at the same time, Florida weather, and Ricky’s 20 hour hangout. We talk about the people that are not in the room, Vagazzled, and a little more Chicago. Amazon wish list complaints, more ginger bear drama, and Julians wants to visit a Star Trek convention. Call us: 2069843695 or 8636660377

Ricky and Julian don’t know where to start. SteveintheUK suggests some changes to recording. Big Fatty the thief, God damn, and a few things are beeped out. Ricky’s pre-birthday gift, Chicago, and then voicemail and emails. Call us: 2069843685 or 8636660377 Email us: [email protected] or [email protected] Send us stuff: PO Box 725 Lakeland FL 33802

Foul Monkeys doing four 20 minutes shows? Huh? What? Julian can’t stay at the Parliament House, ordering agressive crabs, and if they don’t have teeth they are guilty. Dinner at Ling’s Buffet, Ricky would die without his teeth, and Ricky has been on a dry spell. Wilson Phillips rules. Call us: 206 984 3685/863 666

Ricky fucks it up already. Cupcakes, new microphone, Bend Over and Take It, and sound quality. Ricky pimps out his birthday, six mile bike ride, and Ricky gets a look. Julian bitches about service and Ricky channels Big Fatty and Nichole. Congratulations to listener Patrick and his new son! Emails and phone calls. Email us:

Ricky sounds a little funny on this episode. The listeners in the chat room leave because of the Dark One, Joe in Dallas shows up, Ricky gives the Foul Monkeys PO Box out by accident, and old people. Ricky’s in search of a man, motor boating Lauren, and Julians date may have not had legs.

We start off with mic issues and Ricky beats the fuck out of it. Julian basks in the glory of non-mic issues, poor Licky, and Ricky begs to motorboat Lalalauren. Nessa makes a special request, Ricky has a zit, and a luncheon with the Pod Is My Co-Pilot gang. Howdy guru_nudie (twitter)! Ricky gets emails

Ricky and Julian talk about killing one another. Remember up and down the street, not side to side. A shopping trip, meeting a famous podcaster and her lovely husband. Going to bed early, Ricky’s weight loss, crank, and cigarette butts. Julian gases out Ricky, phone calls, the world map, and Ricky is coming to Chicago.

Ricky and Julian pretend to be DJ’s from an awful radio station. Ricky doesn’t say the OTHER date, Julian goes off about BOMA, and Ricky laughs his ass off. Gigi orders Taco Bell, Bon Qui Qui, more Britney the time traveler, and Japan roves Four Monkeys. Hot straight guy! What? Big Fatty and his bacon

Testicle difficulties? What? Ricky’s microphone goes a little cray cray. Julian bitches Ricky out about his cell phone ringing, Ricky in a piss trough, and balls banging against legs. Congratulations to Big Fatty for three years of farts and burps. Ricky and Julian invent a game. It’s called “What’s Your Lot Number.” Ricky talks about

Thanks Big Fatty for saying we are boring. We love you Gavin! Julian bitches about not getting pictures, Ricky talks about his drunken weekend, and IKEA. Short show notes, daddy is tired! Email us: [email protected] Call us: 2069843685 or 8636660377 Send us stuff: PO Box 725 Lakeland FL 33802