Howdy, y’all! Can you believe we’re still flappin’ our yappers about stand up comedy from the 90s? The list goes on with innovative jokesters that staid on the trail and stood the test of time.

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This one’s going to be a long one. We’re gettin’ into another round of ridiculous raconteurs from the not-so-golden age of 90s stand-up. Hear any ruckus ranters that you recognize?

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Cue the Seinfeld bass guitar and strap on your funny hats, ‘cuz we’re having a good ol’ time talkin’ ‘bout the standup comedy scene of the 1990s. From its comedy peak to the depths of its comedy valleys, we’ll be looking over the comedic landscape of this great era.

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Well, if it isn’t our old friends back off the saddle from a long ride out in the wild lands. We know it’s been a long time since we left you without a dope beat to step to, so we’re back and ready to tell the tale of our travels. While exploring this new hellscape we’re in, we’ll share our story of blessings and blight as we welcome in our newest member of the crew.

Though the campfire is dying out and the coyotes can be heard in the distance, this peace pipe still has a little left to pass around. It's 'bout all we can do to carry on after the saloon brawl this generation has been through. But we still see the sunrise over the desert horizon of our future born from a past that made us tough as nails (press-on nails but, you know, the expensive ones).

It's time to pull out the Martin&Co. acoustic and play a sad country song for the unluckiest generation in modern history...Millennials. I know, I know, it sounds like typical soft Millennials whining as usual. But there's a reason we've been screamin' and a-hollerin' this whole time. Now, take a listen to this here tale of woe.

The trail was long, so we're still relaxing by the campfire with our FanFic loving friend. This episode is definitely somewhere up the Citrus Scale but we hope you'll not be triggered. Enjoy!

It's been a long time...since I left you...without a dope beat to step to. We got a little lost on the way but we finally made it to camp and we're going to smoke the peace pipe with our Oregon Trail traveler. Follow us through the forests and the fires of a FanFic fellowship with a fair fanatic of fantastical formulation and free forums.

The campfire is still roarin', so we're gonna keep the chatter goin'. Hang out for another episode as we rattle on about our childhood and how the next generation stays connected to their social circle/development. Hopefully, we don't sound too much like old fogies.

The trail looks a little rough up ahead, so we're going to block up the wagon wheels and stoke the fire with another fireside chat. This time we're chewing the fat about how we became the social beings we are today. So, dust off your childhood trauma and hope that your game of M.A.S.H. lands on "M", as we look back at each of us drudged through our socialization journey as kids.