Lunch Meat

A hardboiled installment of violence and intrigue.

Happy Halloween y'all muhfuckin turkeys

We saw Clayface

I bet you thought you were so clever?

When you said Infinity

was the largest number ever

but what if I added four?

who is the clever one now?

tell your mother I said hi

This here episode saddles up for a wild ride full of unhinged jawin' about French eatery outhouse troubles, OJ Simpson tall tales, and crooked notions about skin shades. The podcasters spin yarns about gallivantin' through time, short-armed critters, and mighty strange run-ins. Folks mosey on through rowdy segments like Bradley's Concerns alongside mighty peculiar picture-show tall tales.

We saw Ken Russel's' The Devils

Solo installment today. I get pretty worked up about servers complaining and discuss the situation in Gaza.

Happy Lunchin'

-Chris

Well, partner, this here episode wanders clean off the beaten trail through a whole heap of wild tangents—swingin' from old-timey history and silver-screen classics clear on over to plumb ridiculous what-ifs and messy outhouse yarns. The podcasters hitch up their wagons for some nostalgic picture-show palaver, schoolyard recollections, and mail-bag jawin' served up raw and unfiltered. Saddle up, 'cause folks are in for a buckin' ride full of soundboard blunders, deep dives into picture-show lore, and plain old sass.

We saw Primetime

Howdy there, partners. Gather 'round the fire and let me spin you a yarn about the latest escapades of The Meat Boys, Chris and Brad. Well I'll be, these boys found themselves in a real heap of trouble this time around. It all started with a tense showdown right there on New Hampshire Avenue, and before you knew it, they were hatchin' plans to drive a submarine car straight down to a sunken city. Poor Chris even had a mighty unfortunate run-in with an apartment painter who met a tragic end right in his living room. And if that wasn't wild enough, a local fella wrote in to share his tale of a desperate, tooth-and-nail brawl with a rabid raccoon in a back alley just to win the heart of a deli worker. I reckon you ain't never heard a story quite like this one, packed full of strange ailments, beachside husky sightings, and downright bizarre encounters.