The Chat

The Podcast-Men forget how to podcast in the wake of Stan Lee's passing. Seriously, this is a weird one. Bit experimental. A little... dangerous. Creative? Nah. LEEATIVE.

The Bunker Boys discuss The Great Escape, ponder how it is that Jughead is actually helping the Milkshake Gang, fawn over a Lazarus, coin Bright Veronica AKA Vivid Veronica, and hope to god Reggie remains part of the shenanigans.

Jacob reads an article on foreplay from the esteemed journal Cosmopolitan while Matt suddenly feels compelled to talk about his phobias. Freudian? You decide. They also talk about Sexology, snakes, sharks, sensory defensiveness, surfing and shocks.

Matt felt guilty that he didn't talk enough about Mr. The Rock's instagram enough in the last episode so a second episode was created. THEY STILL DON'T TALK ABOUT WRESTLING. Instead, they discuss The Rock's filmography, the finer plot points of The Tooth Fairy, Kevin Hart, and Jacob makes one too many inappropriate jokes about The Rock's mortality.

Somehow the episode the boys hyped up ridiculously didn't live up to their expectations. Why does everyone think GnG leads to teen suicide when it's unclear if the poisoned fresh-aid was ever meant to be part of the game? Why did all of the Midnight Club decide to become exactly who they were at the start of the show (at least 16 years later) immediately as soon as the episode ended? Why are all drugs candy?

The boys discuss the primal human cry of query: WHO AM I, GOD?? That's right, identity. They discuss drinking milk, voting, being a dandy, being a bogan, and road rage. Fundamental things to realising your own identity.

This week the boys take on a rocky subject... THE ROCK himself. They discuss the early highlights of his career, the increasing ROCKnaissance we see today, and get into a HEATED debate over whether Mr. The Rock is the new Arnold Schwarzenegger - seriously, Matt tries to punch Jacob, and breaks his laptop. Real HEATED.

Jacob complains about moving out of his baby home and Matt sympathetically agrees from his house of 16 years. Then they talk about speaking Spanish or whatever. CLASSIC!

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Ethel and Jughead, sitting in a tree.

F-R-E-S-H-A-I-D

Alice and FP, sitting in a tree.

F-U-C - you know what, Alice. You are the worst. Can you ever be supportive of your one sane daughter, just once? Your other kid has two incest babies and is in a cult, but that's who you turn to in a time of crisis, rather than the kid who has solved two murder cases that the police couldn't. Smh, get it together.