If anyone is still listening we are being held captive in a poorly conceived podcast-caption-writing factory.

We have to sign off now as Ira Glass is coming back with the hose again.

So glad he doesn't mind sharing his melted cheese.

Once the neck dickie was invented it was only a matter of time until sock dickies were created.

They call that day Judgement Day. Also Arbor Day.

Don't judge us.

Until, you know, that specific day - Secretary's day. Not to be mistaken for Secritariat's Day.

Known as War Admiral's Day in Arizona.

Racist bastards.

We still love Hot-Dogs and we still love talking.

Which do we love more?

Talking Hot Dogs.

Duh.

Merry Christmas and Happy Christmas Horse-Panels.

This is the episode where we learn the true meaning of Jordan. Turns out he's a Space Mormon. An ASTRONAUT Space Mormon.

From Hell.

From Poughkeepsie.

Poughkeepsie, Hell. Saskatchewan.

Just when you thought it was safe to watch the movie Jaws again we're back like we've been away for about two months or so.

Did we miss saving up threadbare jokes about or own self-centered and quotidian existence? Forgetfully!

Did we see some Movies and TV Shows we want to talk about in an unenlighted and uncritical manner? In-passing!

Will we record and release more episodes in the future in a haphazard and careless way whenever we can get AROUND to it?? Particularly!

Will you continue to listen and pretend to care?

Almost apathetically!

I knew we could maybe do it.

Well folks, we decided episode 300 was a nice place to hang up our horseshoes and put on our pig shoes.

Then we put on our house shoes so the barn nails won't cause any runs in our stockings.

Thank you for listening. Thank your for all of your wonderful moral and monetary support and thank you all for your friendship.

It makes it that much harder to steal your identities and live under assumed names in a nomadic Southeast Asian underworld.

Orkun cheraown and bantub dakk noew ay nah?

SO true.

Bye!

Sumer time and Eupheraties is Indus.

Damn spell correct.

Pick up the Pace New Yorkers.

Losers.

Sure Bor Gullet knows the truth but has he ever been to me?

I'm the pilot.

Wieners, wieners the musical flute.

The more you eat the more you Groot.

Rocket, Starlord, Gamora, Drax the Employer.

Let's all listen to Kiss' Destroyer.

Well alright.