Marc continues his visit, we all continue to drink, and we spend 30 minutes talking about the only thing that's better than having wolverine claws. If you don't know, then I can't help you. But believe me. It's awesome. Enjoy.

Introducing Marc, he's 25% of the Face Off Hockey Show, Adam's early college roomate, and a closet homosexual. Well, that last part isn't true, but he's not here to defend himself, now is he? We shoot the shit on the new Star Trek, Adam's new ride, and of course, and little of the Hockies.

What the hell could we possibly say that hasn't already been said. 300 episodes of this crazy bullshit. And you guys are still here? Can't thank you enough. This has all been for you guys. You keep listening, We'll keep talking. Enough writting. Enjoy.

In a classic GC mishmash of guy-related bullshit, we cover a wide range today. We begin with a discussion on the yankees new billion dollar homerun factory that they've built in the city, and Tristan surmises on some of the finer rules of baseball and why they're bullshit. We move on to Marijuana, Dane Cook, and Tattoos. Big day. Enjoy.

Every year Maxim trots out their hot 100 list, and every year it's littered with a few repeat offenders, lots of women who have happened to be on their covers and do interviews, and then there's always a few that you look at and say "Wha?". It's my opinion that #1 is one of those. How can you look at your readers with a straight face and say "This moderately ok looking woman is clearly the hottest woman on The Fucking Planet. Period." Fuck you. You didn't even choose a good picture of her. Dipshits.

And by Private Douchebag, I mean Phoenix. And by Phoenix, I mean Adam (Last Name Censored, because he would kill me for writting it here. Although I have half a mind to do so just so that the death threats come rolling into his house for the most monumentally stupid, idiotic, retarded thing that has ever come out of anyone's mouth.) Anyway. Here's an hour on movies. Good times. Adam and I are no longer friends. Podcast over. Thanks for being here. Hope you enjoyed the ride. I hate him so much.

We come back from our vacation, finally. Swine Flu free, much to our suprise. We get started by doing a solid half-hour on sports. If you're not a sports fan. Sorry. We'll see you at 297.

One of our young wards comes back to us or some advice on dealing with his fickel young mistress. And we attempt to help. Along the way we end up talking about forcing 11 year olds to watch hard core pornography...but we get there. Eventually.

There's nothing more fun for us than to get a little bit of party juice into us, step off on a topic...and then just run with it. Today's an in depth discussion on the etiquitte of the male high five/hand shake/ball in socket. Where it ends can only be described with the love that three men can have for two other men playing beach volley ball without their shirts on. Yep, that sounded gay. Go ahead and listen. It doesn't get any better from there.

This is a movement we invite you to join. Don't like someone or something? Fuck the strongly worded letter. Just don't buy it. Don't watch it. Don't give them the satisfaction. Also, we talk about Wolverine. Yeeaahh...Snicky Snicky Snoik.