Woopsie doodle! JBC is on a short hiatus as we hunt down a dictionary to learn what the hell “hiatus” means. Until then, here’s some blasts from the pasts.

Notes show, meaning we jotted down random thoughts and then talked about them. More self indulgent than usual, in that regard. Friggin’ hoarders. Orwellian beavers. This episode is assiseven.

As the guy in that play said, words words words. Did you know Shakespeare made fart jokes? So we’re basically Shakespeare. From the top of our glabellas to the end of our minimuses.

A 4th of July episode, recorded on the third, posted on the 5th. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that Cletus can blow off his own damn fingers if he wants to, etc.

One more from the can, so Joe can attend to his little one. Speaking of the opposite if “little one,” this episode definitely mentions Bill Hader.

We’re back! Sort of. This random episode features candles, nurses, Orlando Bloom, olfactory nerves, and hats, so many hats, so many there’s even enough hats for bands from Australia.

Joe Newdad has already been poo’d upon and szszss-splattered. So instead of his bringing his sleep-deprived body to the mic, we’ll just post this one, from the can. About farts and songs. But not the ones Bill Hader tooted or sung.

Joe is now a dad. So here’s an episode we recorded earlier this year but never released. I have no idea what it’s about. Eggs, maybe. Or winning a fight against a dude in a coma. Definitely not about Bill Hader.

While we patiently wait for the JBC fam to grow by one, here’s an episode we recorded earlier in the year but never released. Not sure what it’s about, except that it has nothing to do with Bill Hader.

We use the c-word way too much in this one. Not the c-word that rhymes with what you do when you stalk prey. The c-word that rhymes with the dude who wrote “Tristia” back in the two-digit ADs.