First we talked about peases, then talked about Seuss, then we talked about haggis, but not about puce. Next Shaggs talked about beef tongue, but not for dessert, nor about Idris Elba’s, you little pervert.

First Jason blathered about foil fencing for nine minutes. Then he and Joe and Shaggs talked about foibles. Yes, THE Shaggs. Then I don’t know what. Ice cubes flying out of asses, I guess.

This was supposed be an episode about our foibles but we ended up talking about music for an hour, which we do a lot cause it’s one of our foibles. Edit: Podchaser told me to say this: D5C3aiPWup7Oi7fpACdy

Gotta be honest, I don’t recall what we talked about. I think coyotes at one point, and maybe Brad Dourif. Or Brian Dorf? But not Christian Kane, alas.

Our 200th. Our Twice-Centennial. Four Years of @#$%^&* and here’s to forty-four more. Thank you, thank you, thank you to our listener, without whom we… would not bother writing these stupid blurbs.

Hey, we’re gonna record again real soon. To help you get your taint callus back, here’s a blast from the past. Listen and get your ass ready.

While we take a little break, here’s an oldy but a goody. BTW, this might be wrong image to go along with it. If so, let me know by shouting very loudly.

Last episode of the year. Dan and Daryl with Jason and Joe. Going to be honest: lots of fart jokes. After this, reruns while we spend some weeks gettin’ ready for 200. Until then: pfffrrrprpfpweeeeblblbppppttptptptpp.

Better early than never, though? This be the second-to-last episode of the year. Time to party? Not yet? Okay. Danger Lee Daniels and Double Barrel the steam roller Daryl joins us for hijinx. Another episode tomorrow.

Shaggs is back. That’s all I remember about this episode. I’m posting this from a darkened theater, hypnotized by the light of my laptop screen. All I recall is we laughed our anii off.