The Dingo Weekly

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).

Hearken, fellows! O’erly free potations at thy convivium doth invite inebriation, rendering thy gait wambly and thy wits obfuscated. Such surfeit forfends a crapulous morrow and profound compunction. Prudence now, or repentance later!

The Dingo Weekly condemns violence in any form. Assaulting anyone for their political affiliation, race, religion, sexual orientation or for any other reason is unacceptable and should be persecuted. Also, it was a really sweet shopping cart.

Having trouble thinking of a noteworthy way to make your exit to the great beyond? Look no further! Take notes and prepare to go out in a blaze of glory, or at least a bunch of confused onlookers.