We scoff at Trump and his Presidential aspirations.

Fuck you Magic 8 Ball.

You can tell this is an older episode by the slightly higher pitch in our voices when we do our salute to Alvin and the Chip-Monks.

That's Alvin the deep-sea submersible and some monks that work for Old Dutch potato chips.They wanted to see the deep-sea potato vents.

Look it up.

If there was ever a week to call this one, this one is it.

You thought 'last week' was 'this week' you are wrong. That was last week.

This week's post? This Weak.

Sweets for the sweet, and titters for the bitter, it's dour for the sour and salt and pepper and who books this notes gig?

A gig is also a name for an oceangoing Clubhouse Sandwich.

It's the mayo.

Hold it!

"Moses and the Hebrewites think they can outwit us my father..."

"They're right."

Welcome...

...to Jurrasic Shark.

It's chaos-theory. Accept it. Goldblum has spoken...

(at length!)

Cream Collon. For the discriminating weirdo.

First time guest Jen "Freckles Zwiebeck" is visiting us this week as we Run Deep, Run Silent as we meditate upon the merits of a certain bland and unsatisfying beverage that the late FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover once called:

a Cab.

He didn't like it.

He was then fired...

Another day another doormat.

WELCOME

(?)

How much Chimp could a Chimp Champ Chimp if a Chimp Champ could Champ Chimp?

Four.

You're welcome.