GuyCast

We open with some sports. NHL Playoffs, NFL Draft, America's wild and uncurable addiction to racism. Well, that's not technically a sport. Yet. But give fox a few years. They'll figure out a way to format it. Also we crown a GuyCast Ultimate Guy of the Week (Which is long. Excuse us on that one) and talk about reason's women don't like you. Or us, for that matter. Enjoy.

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So this is the first episode from the sixth official Guycast Studio. So it's cheating a little. Same house different room. But this does mark the beginning of a new era here. The new studio has a new layout and a different vibe. Also we saw Hunger games at midnight because we're teenage girls.

It's always been a dream of mine to hold a competition in which people come from around the world to compete in events of the upmost sexual depravity. That's probably because I'm a weirdo who things about these things. But tell me that wouldn't at least get a few million hits on youtube. Also, finding an image for a show about "Sex Records" is really difficult.

We go through our 2011 GuyCast Fantasy Football champion's final email, and talk about some of the issues that came up and might be fixed next year. If you're interested in this, please enjoy. If you don't like sports or are from Europe, feel free to skip this one.

First thing's first. New Website! Guycast.net . That it all. Anyway, other Jeff joins us to discuss male birth control, Snookie (kinda), The 2012 Oscar winner for best picture (SPOILER ALERT: It sucks balls). Full Metal Jousting, banging hookers, porn staring cops, and probably some other shit I don't even remember. Enjoy.

It's amazing how this show has remained a constant in our lives over the last several years. I can't even imagine what it's been like waching from the outside. Anyway, contained within is yet another step on the path that has been Guycast. Enjoy.

This may be the most absurd sketch, and I use that term very loosely, that we've ever done on here. There was rum involved, and I appologize in advance for the results.

It's what has become a semi-annual tradition around here where we spend the better part of an hour droning on about this years movies. This is the one where we talk mostly about movies that suck.

The final results from the 2011 GC Fantasy Football league are in. And we may have an upset. Other than that, it's mostly Tristan screaming about Tim Tebow. Mostly because he's dissapointed in his idiot friends. Can you guys see through the thin guise of my writting these in third person yet? You can, can't you. Shit.