Yes, it's true. Matt and I take more work vacations than the cackling chunksters on The View. Hopefully, those moments we do return to tape more shows we're not quite as stupid. Though that's clearly up for debate.

On our latest and greatest Last Men on Earth podcast, we dive into the Emily Ratajkowski Blurred Lines assault allegations, because her breasts are perfect and that always warrants attention, talk about the sexual coercion stories out of the women's soccer league we didn't even know existed, get into Cooper Hefner sinking his dad's Playboy empire with virtue-signaling stunts, wonder why "prostitution" was renamed "sex trafficking" by the police and media after 1,000 years, and decide whether there's any nobility to NBA vaccine holdouts like Andrew Wiggins and Kyrie Irving.

We're back, with a vengeance. And yes, Matt does look a lot like Joy Behar now.

Adoringly yours,

Lex.

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Matt came back from the week off he demanded for Juneteenth, which is interesting because he was definitely on the slaveowner's side. Every dance has two partners.

We reunited to discuss Victoria's Secret firing the Angels and going with butch soccer star and activist Megan Rapinoe in their lingerie campaigns, Chrissy Teigen going full Blue Velvet on unwitting sad people on Twitter, LeBron James being AWOL on the Covid Vaccine, and Matt and I decide who our favorite dude competing as a woman in the 2021 Olympics will be. It's a wonderful time to be alive. A less wonderful time to be dead. As always.

Love and kisses.

Lex.

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The boys are back in town again. I think because we don't have vaccine passports we're technically not allowed to leave. But beside the point. Matt and I got together at my mountaintop lair and recorded yet another Smithsonian archive level Last Men on Earth podcast episode. Someday we'll get that Kennedy Center honor. Once all the cellists are dead.

In this week's Last Man on Earth episode, we explore Chris Harrison's $50 million dismissal from The Bachelor for improperly being a racial reactionary, put ourselves in the shoes of 1970's University of Michigan linemen being fondled quite openly by the team doctor, explore the bowels of TikTok stardom, and objectively reviewed the Logan Paul, Floyd Mayweather fight for the shallow bit of circus nonsense designed for idiots that it was. Objectively speaking.

We respect and admire you.

Lex

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Don't call it an audio comeback!

We're back with a fully functional amateurish episode of Last Men on Earth.

This is the one where we discuss why billionaires like Jeff Bezos and Bill Gates can't figure out until it's too late they can have hot young trophy wives, Matt explains why baseball player Drew Robinson's failed suicide was hardly heroic, we delve into Hollywood pretending to discover not a single member of the Golden Globes is black, and we wonder why women follow the likes of Chrissy Teigen for working mom and parenting advice.

This episode jam-packed full of fudgy flavor. Lick it. Go on. Nobody's looking.

Bless you, even the ugly people.

Lex.

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I'm not going to sugar coat this, we took a year off to hide under our couches with our various gendered fully-legal sex workers and came back and screwed up the audio recording on our very first try. I think it may be the long-term impact of Covid, even though neither of us had Covid. That's how sinister the China virus is.

Nevertheless, if you care you care to give it a whirl, Matt and I dive into the Covid lifestyle, Elliot page cutting off her breasts, err, his breasts, in order to write a screenplay, Tess Holliday claiming to be the world's first obese anorexic, SI Swimsuit diving faster toward bankruptcy with male models in its swimsuit edition, and Serena Williams next in a line of neverending self-serving documentaries about the struggles of being rich and famous and universally press-adored. It's actually good shinola, if you can make it through the intense record lag pops on the track.

Thanks (heart emoji banging another heart emoji against its will),

Lex.

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There are heroes in this life, and then there are HEROES. Like Matt and I drinking beers and eating pretzels and violating many standing COVID restrictions by our mayor, governor, and almighty W.H.O. Council of Elders by coming together for the big 169. Greatest Generation type stuff. Hold your applause.

After what seems like a lifetime of coronavirus maniacal scare-casting, we've put out Last Men on Earth Podcast #169. On this week's episode, we dive into our own personal pandemic stories, I force Matt to take a test "NBA Social Justice Slogan or Top Selling Rap Album Name", we project the fate of noted pedo-pimp Ghislaine Maxwell, we wonder where NFL team name changes may end up after full slippery sloping, dive into the fecal details of the Depp and Heard melee, and end on a happy note praising Sports Illustrated for putting a dude who wanted to be a woman in a bikini onto their Swimsuit edition, finally. Banana Hammocks for all my friends!

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Matt and I are on a roll. Like Mahomes to Hill, and trust me, the pitcher and receiver analogy is perfect. I'm Mahomes. Fuck it, the Niners should've won. I'm going to make Hill pay tonight.

On this week's Last Men on Earth podcast, we dive into the hard landing of Kobe Bryant who Matt wished dead on tape two year ago, though he gets bonus points for calling Amber Heard a liar two years ago on wife abuse charges, we explore Harvey Weinstein's micro-penis, tell you the truth about Meghan Markle's master plan, wonder if two Latina (Latinx!) moms pole dancing at the Super Bowel really constitutes female empowerment, and expose the woke narcissism that is Joaquin Phoenix.

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Now that Matt and I are shitting out content on a regular schedule, it's time to consider your patronage of this blessed audio work. Where would the world be without the De Medici family supporting Michelangelo? Or George Soros supporting transnational sex workers? The bare, naked, honest, and horrible truth needs benevolent patrons as well.

Support the Last Men on Earth podcast with your couch change, you glorious motherfucker.

On this week's Last Men on Earth podcast, we dive deep into the study that shockingly declares teen boys are watching Internet porn daily, discussing Deb Dugan's Grammy corruption non-revelations, dive into Terry Crews' sex fasting process, discuss the sad fate of fat Canadian trans-activist Jennifer Yaniv, I share my Elizabeth Warren real life nightmare, and we wonder how many more minutes until Julianne Hough's hockey playing husband comes out of the penalty box, err, closet. This episode is jam packed with speculation posing as fact. So very modern.

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After an extended break where Matt and I each had plastic surgery to look like the other, like Face/Off, only with less straight actors, we are back and fully recharged for 2020. Our commitment to being called vile and offensive, though never wrong, remains intact. Also, my left testicle finally dropped, so that's like a Quinceañera in your pants.

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On this episode of Last Men on Earth, Matt and I discuss how women in power are just as horrible as men in power in the entertainment industry, wonder how exactly the WNBA business model supports economy-plus seats on flights, lament the fact that Elizabeth Warren can be hailed a feminist hero for faking offenses, discuss how horrible the Oscars are in every way imaginable, estimate the circumference around Lizzo's best life, and mourn the loss of independent comedy in the media-sphere thanks to duopolistic overlords pushing vanilla content to the masses.

Among the reasons independent voices on the Internet are dying off is a lack of funding. I mean, that's a bald-faced plea to become a patron of our show. Certainly, you'll go on some list for when the bad people take over and look to genocide all the non-conformists, but you'll be shot in the back with pride. Plus it's only $1.50, you cheap cheap bastard.

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Young people will always be idiots in the eyes of older people because older people were once young and have the hindsight to see what idiot assholes they were. It's the circle of life. This is why old people vote a ton and don't give a shit that young people don't. Also, they're bored because they can't figure out the Internet.

On this week's Last Men on Earth podcast, Matt and I explore the crotch-level depths of Congresswoman Katie Hill's fall from disgrace, including that Germanic Iron Cross on her pubes, mock Lebron James because you have to, wonder if the Deadspin editorial staff is quite as bad-ass, noble, and speaking truth to power as they think, ponder business tools apps promoting LGBTQ activist content, disavow the entire wing of fake studies known as Social Science, and have the final answer as to why Terminator Dark Fate tanked at the box office.

As always, we beg of you in a whorish plea to support the show via a tiny donation to Patreon.com. It's a good way to support the arts without supporting anybody close to being an artist.

Blessings,

Lex.

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