This episode is as random as coming to a fork in the road to the city of Loism which can be found in a state of chaos in the country of being continent to the things that reside outside of my mental,physical, and most importantly my spiritual universe....This is Loism.

This episode is as raw as sewage yep that raw, I want to apologize for the rawness even though I shouldn’t because I disclosed a disclaimer in the title but once a piccolo player always a player and most will say so, few will disagree and one will say it doesn’t matter at all. And that my majestic man pony,that is divine in the way of laundry mat showmanship with three quarters of basement improv biscuit biting baloney stretching out to reach a limitless universal frequency freedom.

This episode is full of Barnyard Big Richard gibberish galloping through a mist of confusion speckled with a lil discomfort ...not the discomfort of waking up outside naked in front of a painted picture of yourself from the rear view using your wallet as a pillow. But more the discomfort of following the very unorthodox style of Laundry Matt storytelling insulting the ways of the legendary “Washing Rhett” only a memory remains along side of the record stores of yesteryears. Basement improv provides balance to the equilibrium of Loism Raw. You can use the link below to suggest subjects or leave feedback. https://anchor.fm/ibin-lozelle-dmf-king/message

This episode features fish not frying in the kitchen nor are there any beans burning on the grill although this episode took a whole lotta trying different laundry mat whistling techniques but I think all in all we got up the hill. Thought about chewing some Big League bubble gum but then it was my turn at bat and as long as I have my improv basement hash succotash popping at nothing wrong and three lefts making it all right with that.

This episode is full of action keywords and mayhem definitely a Saturday Night Special with a lump sum of man pony protein powder forced into a scrumptious piece of 3.141592.... add two sticks of butter to a pewter midnight let the scampi marinate in a pearlescent shimmer and let it simmer baby in other words it’s a laundry mat care package that your neighbor opened up by accident and you decided to add it to your basement improv prop inventory.

This episode is a shorty doo wop of a few random stories raw and uncut as usual. From the depths of the basement improv sweatshop established back in 1977. Across the street from Hazel’s Laundry Mat a gem of rare specimen of manpony was born and bred to compete with only itself in other words a few random weird stories.

Random freestyle storytelling about a variety of situations along with some basement improv with a slight touch of antique shoehorn style between the booty crack and genitalia landing strip known as the Banana Cake Embassy in other words an easy target.

This is an episode about a few random laundry mat quality stories full of bigotry and plenty mummified disco links to go around. Of course basement improv meets mathematical equation #31 in other words your arms to short to box with God.

Freestyle storytelling about a few random moments in my life. From moments as a personal assistant to being a light drinker along with random tidbits of improv basement laundry room turtle doves.