Do you ever just wish your grandpa and his old, weird friend would sit you down and tell you stories about when they were in the war? Of course not, right? But what if those stories featured diet Herman juice, and getting stabbed by a train with a knife? That's a little better, isn't it? Sure. Sure, it is.

It's that time of year, friends, when the moon is extra full, and you realize that you will sleep with the badgers tonight. It's our Halloween special! So put your hand on your Robitussin stain, and enjoy this creepy werewolf tale that involves claymationing each other, and winking at you with stupid paste.

Well, it's that spooky time of year again, when Bela Lugosi cradled a frog, when you find yourself packing your crossbow that sips juice for you, and heading out into the zombie apocalypse. So if you feel the need for a zombie thriller, or you just want to massage a loan shark or comb a pharmacist, well, this one's for you.

Well, friends, Reverend Ben and Donald are back with the Kind of Watching a Baby Ballgame Broadcast, to try to keep the demon of cranberries from finding its way into your pajamas. So if you're looking for information on the monthly Spaghetti Breakfast, or just want to learn how to wave to a chirping ski monster, this one's for you!

You know those art galleries, where snooty artists go around commenting on all the art, and how to loan a church to a giant, and bowling with a werewolf, and using punching bags as friends? This episode is just like that, only different. Enjoy it with a horrible, horrible Michelob!

When famous daredevil, Choots Postato (probably) set up his big stunt, we were there to capture the thrills, the danger, the skwooks (which is a skunk that has ripped its face off.) All of it. Will he survive the jump? You'll have to listen to not find out. And just remember, there's a mustard owl inside each and every one of you.

Y'all have a hankerin' for one of those old time, frontier romances? You know, one of the ones that comes complete with a love triangle, a nerf dreidel, and some fresh newberry pie? With fantasies of kids running around with trees for friends, and a girl, streaking her hair with gerbil oil? Sure you are. Why wouldn't you be? Well, here you are, then! Enjoy!

The fanciest restauranteurs are back once again, with their newest creation: BirdDog Restaurant! It's almost too fancy. Like, "a prince put his foot into a whale" fancy. Like, "screaming into a pelican" fancy. You can see this level of fanciness in the face of a rectal librarian.

It's that time of year, when you need a deal on a new automobile. The first two thousand customers can share Tammy's lunch! And if you can guess how many fur are on this cat, you win a prize!

And if that's too stressful, calm down with this guided meditation. Inhale peace and exhale a hatchet, and then I want you to throw a flute at a prince

You know those home improvement shows, where a nice young couple is sleeping in a fecal area of an army barracks, and they're hoping to upgrade to a butler's pantry and a pantler's buttry? The kind where you think you have a cat but really you just have a disease? The kind with a built-in love portion? Us neither! But we do now. Enjoy!