The Phlegm Cat Podcast

The Artist wants you to meet Jimmy Tubesteak. Mex then celebrates getting Russian puppies. He is very excited to make a pizza out of The Missus' head and realizes his new alarm system has a lot of "F" words in it.

Mex makes a plea for activity after unveiling Anger Boy. The Artist now enjoys Happy Fun Candy Birds and knows some dudes that talk about leeches.

The Artist thinks all saxophoners have to unleash their brass. Mex says you can't discriminate against tongue-punchers and introduces the latest terror group: Jabber-Jaw, Geriatric F*#kwads.

The Artist just wants to be free with his pelvis. Mex then wants someone to check out his basket. The Huckleberry thinks you're whateverphobic, but it's ok, because there's heated undercarriages on his elbow.

Look, The Mexican can handle: automatic weapons, goatees, car washes, Hulk, and Broccoli Head, but he CAN'T handle three Patties, man.

Mex introduces erbody to Mr. Gynistic. The Artist then claims basic bros don't say "interwoven". He then describes the full spectrum of tees and creates the phrase "At the  bottom of the day".

Mex wants to know who's afraid of Lee Trevino? The Artist ponders why there are no male nuns. He then sings the Jesus Christ journey adventure song, but only after spitting on the binder clip.

A special guest arrives for Mex's intervention, but it gets crooked and mumbly. The Artist then says "Hey, regular lady". Mex is all about dandy rules and the golf bouncer.

The Artist spins tales of the legendary Steward of Gigglewater. Mex then goes to bed crooked. Your Huckleberry has seen his fair share of mulch and laughs in his agnostic recliner.

Mex sure hopes none of you have ever been persecuted by hummus. The Hernandi are weird, language necromancers. The Artist knows a guy who conjured a demon AND had an independent goat head.