In 2011, Evan made a song on Songify. All proceeds go to charity.

Go listen to our good friend Charlie and his friends at Running Joke wherever you get podcasts. None of my friends are funny so you should listen to this one instead because this podcast is better than ours. How's that for a plug. Also Odin is a guest in two episodes.

Go visit https://ajokesomewhere.com/ to look at Odin to jokes but with words UGH.

Sting music was written and created by August.

Nothing was contributed by Evan. Come on down to my wellness retreat!

Brains are weird. This isn't a funny one.

p.s. I'm fine everyone.

I've noticed a trend that's been picking up during the pandemic. It feels like there's a template that can be applied to any business, so I applied it to this business model. 

Also that dope casual backing music was royalty free music made by John Bartmann.

WE GOT A BIG EXPOSE FOR ALL YOU INTREPID LISTENERS AND WE NEED YOU TO PAY ATTENTION SHEEPLE. WE DID A DEEP DIVE IN THIS DATING APP CALLED "TINDER" AND BOY HAVE WE GOT NEWS FOR YOU. THAT NEWS IS THAT TYPING IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS IS INTRUSIVE AND ANNOYING.

The sad men may be locked away in the cells of their hearts and have the 4 wall physically closing in on them, but they still managed to carve out 20 important minutes in their extremely vacuous schedules to catch up with what they've been doing. Can you separate fact from fiction?  We'll find out!

We're here trying to keep our spirits up and trying desperately to find Odin.  He's still not around and we hope one of you have seen him.  Please Call or Text 1-530-409-1687 for any Odin related sightings. Our fill-in is getting frustrated for some reason.   

***WE HAVE ANOTHER POTENTIAL LIVE SHOW THIS FRIDAY 3/13. YOU'RE ALREADY GONNA BE THERE IF YOU KNOW ABOUT IT ALREADY BUT HERE IT IS.***

This is a special recording of our live show in November, so scoop this up fast before it gets taken down!   

Who am I kidding. It won't get taken down because no one knows about this.   

The boys curl up next to the fireside and drink their malted hot chocolate out of their ornate ceramic mugs.  Subtly at first, a gentle rapping comes from under the floor of the cabin.  It took a few minutes for Odin to notice the sound, alerting the rest of the 'boys.'  After some time the rapping ceased.   

Eerily, silence crept into the room.  As though a wind had blown through the remote cabin's windows, silence had covered the lonesome forest retreat.   Not even the crackle and snap of the fire were heard.  Mouths moved but no sound left their lips.  

They turned to find Evan, but couldn't. He was gone.   August and Odin, panicked, ran to the door. What should have sounded like feet falling on old wood didn't sound like anything.   In the silence's place grew a laughing. Starting quietly and growing into a cacophony that split eardrums, August and Odin cowered by the door, clutching their ears and squeezing their eyes shut, praying for an end to the madness.

Suddenly, silence.  They both opened their eyes. In their field of vision was massive text in front of an endless void of white.

It read: "no one reads the description to podcasts."  

Ad reads, amateur Foley sound effects, and a missing podcast member. What will these hoodlums think of next?