🎙️ “Would you get a tattoo with your childhood friends after 40 years—and what if it’s on your middle finger?”

That’s just one of the many questions raised in this episode of The JB and Sandy Show, where friendship, nostalgia, and a little bit of chaos collide in the best way possible.

 🎧 In This Episode:

💉 Friendship Tattoos & Regretful Ink:
Trisha reveals her plans to get a tiny heart tattoo with her lifelong friends—and Sandy isn’t holding back. After 20 years of hearing her complain about a regrettable flower tattoo, he’s bracing for round two. The debate? Is a finger tattoo meaningful or just a jailhouse doodle?

🔥 The Bomb Squad Crush Returns:
Trisha doubles down on her Kerrville confession: the Austin Police Bomb Squad officer she’d leave Sandy for in a heartbeat. She’s got the photo, the story, and the sass to back it up. Sandy’s response? “You just made me look like a total twerp.”

🌡️ Austin’s Weather Surprise:
Could this be the first August in years without a single triple-digit day? Trisha shares the Climate Prediction Center’s shocking forecast—and why local meteorologists might be quietly deleting their predictions.

🛫 Southwest Airlines Finally Caves:
Assigned seating is coming to Southwest Airlines in January. JB shares his clever “early bird loophole,” and the crew reflects on the chaos of middle seat roulette.

🖤 Ozzy Osbourne’s Final Curtain Call:
The Prince of Darkness has passed at 76, and the team reflects on his wild legacy—from biting bats to peeing on the Alamo. Was it sad… or a relief? Either way, Sharon’s not done monetizing Ozzy just yet.

💬 Notable Quotes:

• “If he had turned around and said, ‘Do you want to?’ I would’ve laid down right there in the Mexican food restaurant.”
• “You just made me look like a total twerp.”
• “If Ozzy can make it to 76, by God, I can too.”

👉 Don’t miss this episode—it’s packed with laughs, love, and a little bit of rock ‘n’ roll chaos. Subscribe to The JB and Sandy Show on the iHeartRadio app, leave a review, and share it with someone who’s ever had a tattoo regret—or a bomb squad fantasy.