Austin received his copy of GTA V and gives his official initial opinion on possibly the most banging game to date. Also, we discuss our upcoming camping trip.

Recipe:

- 3 microphones, no pop filter. Because, pop = $$$

- 24 beers. Add more till blitzed

- 3 dudes, drunk. Shaken and stirred.

- 1.5 hours free time

Preparation:

- S(h)it down

- Shut up

- Listen

And now we’re all caught up! Please enjoy the more recent podcast and look forward next week for a brand new one! MAYBE…

And to follow up with Episode 35 which is only…less than two months late…we have Episode 36. We have a new guest dude, Caleb. And then Jessica jumps on later, and I think Nate has to leave. Or maybe that’s another episode…I don’t know, it’s been SOOO LONG (SORRY)!

We made it! A whole way ’round the sun talking ’bout BULLSHIT. Thanks everyone! And sorry it’s late!

Running a normal three man podcast, and yeah, fart physics come up.

So we got a little carried away on this one. We got Josh, Austin, Nate, Jeff and myself on the podcast…all at once. The new system brings both relief and pain. Ear pain. They will bleed from the depths of their canals as you listen to the abomination of a podcast that I have thus posted upon you. Abandon all hope, ye who listen hear…

Yes, we’ve finally upgraded from our meager beginnings using string and cups. Our modest start with fire and smoke. The bold and brash youthful fiddlings with wax and needle. The earliest rumblings using nothing but a rusty old tuba and mumbling bum listening in the alleys.

Yes, please enjoy in full stereo four of us drunkenly blab on into the night, perfectly synced and carefully mixed for full aural enjoyment.

You know, fucks with it.

Here we talk about canoeing and getting shit on, Josh lives out a dream, and some other shit you should shitting listen to. This is also an old one and it’s my fault. Sorry.

Also, this is the last podcast where we use our old recording stuff. In the next episode…

I think we talk about Waffle House and steaks. And some video games. The too much beer episodes are not stored in my brain. Ever.