In this episode, we reveal the findings of our (mostly Sam's) research into the life and times of Dud Etter and discover that this story we've been reading for 13 weeks is actually true! And also a lot of talk about cheese because Wisconsin.

In this episode, we read the 13th and final instalment of 'The Advertiser'. The creeping suspicion that this story isn't fiction starts to look more and more likely as we wind down this long, boring, and poorly written journey. Evidence to support this theory sponsored by Sam's newspaper.com addiction.

In this episode, we reach the final stretch of this manuscript and while we are ready to end, the story seems like it is not. Wellness check on Samantha, who has started writing her notes backwards.

In the episode, the mouth breathers of the Advertiser continue to spend a lot of time in the male-stock room, wheezing and printing and blowing a lot of hot air. The mostly lovely hosts sound like they downed a pint of quaaludes and Sam reimagines the popular dating app Grindr, but a few decades too late to be inventive (or rich). Good job, Sam!

In this episode we - yet again - are continuing the story of Dud and all the people of The Advertiser. As per usual, nothing happens, but in a lot of words and I am going to start taking a shot every time Sam mentions newspapers.com.

In this episode, the Secret Service flooding into town, they are in the cheese store, they are taking over Monroe, Wisconsin, I don't know who the heck is guarding the ding dang President.

In this episode the, The British are back with their nonsensical nicknames. And we continue to the never ending story of Dud and all our frenemies in Monroe, Wisconsin.

In this episode, we continue the story of Dud, the secret service, and the Advertiser. We find out that Bill is hot and call into question who the narrator is of this story. Is it Dud? Is it Jim? Will we ever know?

In this episode, we find ourselves STILL in February 22, 1966, the longest day on record since records began. The Secret Service rolls into town - finally - and makes no effort to be secretive or servicey.

I swear to the sweet baby Jesus that it is STILL February 22 - the birthday of great American Father and Pisces Crier George Washington - in this tedious continuing story of Dud. The only silver lining is actually purple - a 1966 metallic purple Chrysler Imperial.