This week, Robbbie wants to oil up your pregnant belly, then take a break for ten egg rolls. Tad takes us on a journey through this cosmic gumbo we call consciousness. Per usual, Dingo doesn’t add much to the conversation.

Contractually, we are obligated to give Robbbie an intelligent person to talk to every so often to keep him happy. Meet Evan, someone who is tired of the way things are going. There are probably many of you out there who feel the same. Evan is actually doing something about it.

You’re welcome, Bob.

Choking the chicken, wrestling the eel, liquidating your inventory, taking a trip down to palm beach, puking the dog.

For generations, the world’s greatest minds have dazzled us with the most colorful phrasing to ask the age-old question… “Who’s a good boy?”

Grab your bag of firearms, we’re off to Guam! …Or Idaho. It’s time for another injection of fantastic advice from your favorite gremlin boys. You’ve come to the right place for some womanly wisdom, because somehow, there’s one in the studio, voluntarily!

Guess what day it is! That’s right, it’s Halloween… basically. Grab your Jack-o-lantern buckets and your weapons. From Robbbie having a rumpus on mischief night, to prisoners of war having their skin ripped off of their body while still alive, we cover how everyone spends their special night!

What do you call a witch’s musical group? A coven band!

No? Well, let’s see you come up with something better. Anyway, Tad is complaining that they don’t make bands anymore and Robbbie hates witches, or something.

These are the guidelines that every autonomous being should strive to live by. Just like Jesus taught. Wait, what?

Will that be cash, card, or asteroid? Turns out we can afford nice things, after all. Also: Other things!

Ever want a device that wraps around your head and projects your innermost thoughts out, leaving you with little to no control? No? Same. Well, at least you’ll be hands-free on certain websites! Hopefully it works better than everything on this podcast!

Pigs, and chickens, and… goats? Oh my. The dark lord sure has been busy clearing out real estate for these guys’ new business plan outside the city of brotherly love (fatherly love not included).