In this episode, we are not at our best, which means we’re better than ever, which means if you don’t like us you love us in this one, and if you love is, you’ll take pity and send chicken soup. Mmm… soup.

We got such a big response from the last Shaggin we gave y’all, here’s more from the archives for you to get all silly with.

In honor of one fine mother, Shaggs, here’s an episode where she’s on fire. Not Katniss fire; we’re talkin’ Lanze inna butane store kinda fire.

We got mad respect for Cosplayers. And Juggalos. There’s an overlap there, if you think about it, but don’t think about it too much. Like not at all. Don’t listen to this episode even. Okay, fine, do. Respect.

Started off talking about ancestry, moved on to the usual. Sorry about that. I think there’s some deep stuff in there too, although “deep” really has different meanings, depending on what kind of hole you’re talking about.

Disney, and porn. That is, Disneyland, and then porn. The sexiness of wholesomeness? No! The wholesomeness of sexiness. See the difference? No? Neither did we. We tried, though. We really tried.

The previous episode was a fake 207. This is the real 207. It’s very throlo. That’s right, we know how to talk the talk. And walk the walk. Shaggs rounds out the party, and there’s much hilarity. Also blood. We don’t hold back.

April Fool’s Day episode. Posting a few days late because we didn’t want to think the podcast was a joke. I mean it is, but only some of you know that. The rest don’t. Not related: if one of our listener has multiple personalities, can we count those as listeners too?

Everybody does it and everybody secretly likes it but no is willing to admit it except for two raunchy 40-somethings. No, not podcasting; we’re talking about farting. Which for us is the same thing.

Our annual St. Patrick’s show where we confuse Irish and Scottish things, complain about stupid spaghetti commercials, and scream at you 52 times, twice, once in leprechaun.