Sometimes the journalists of our times get it right. They ask all the right questions. They probe and followup in a way that gets all the answers. But sometimes, they don't ask the important shit. That's where we come in. I mean, that's where they came in. The miners, I mean. Just listen.

This is not a joke. You need to send picture messages of your balls to that number. 410-570-4714. Your balls, your friends balls, your girlfriends balls. It doesn't matter. Or just call and tell him to suck your balls, I don't care. The point is, he must be punished for what he has done.

Tristan and Fenix disagree about the importance of big hits and football. Fenix is clearly wrong. And it's good to be the one who writes the show descriptions.

Susan brings over a couple of her lady friends to sit in for this week. And they pull no punches. Not sure about the audio quality on this one, but we had a good time, and that's really all that matters, isn't it?

This is a weird one.  It starts out incredibly nerdy, discussing the oddities of the universe and our own mortality, etc. And then we take a break. And things get awkward. The explanation lies within. Enjoy.

We had a couple of requests for this one, so we put it up anyway. Might be interesting to listen to who we thought made good picks, now that we're 6 weeks into the season...

The NFL has begun again, and between that and the release of Halo:Reach, we haven’t really done a whole lot with our lives lately. Oh wait. Absolutely nothing has changed.

When I think back at all the computers that have failed during the short and illustrious lifespan of our show, I do nothing but shake my head and cry. I guess what I’m saying here is the hard drive on my computer failed. We saved the show, but the file that tells me what we talked about is gone. And I can’t remember a thing. Hope it doesn’t suck...

So it starts off nice. Fantasy Football. The Guycast Dick Sucking Weight Loss Challenge begins. And then it just goes to terrible, terrible places.