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On this weeks disturbing but arousing episode, Brian and Brian discuss the many uses for leperosy and brunch coats.

Meanwhile in the back shed, Laurie is preoccupied with feeding biscuits to rats and summoning the dead. The Brians also revisit Dr Pozzi the infamous Chermside Chicken Strangler who lurked around the Old New Chun Chan Restaurant under the influence of sweet and sour heroin.

After endless telegrams and faxes from their millions of fans across the global thingy, the Brians finally give in and have a human sacrifice live on air.

On a more serious note Bevan is rushed to hospital just to get rid of him for a bit.

......oh and there is also a quiz.

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On this excitement filled episode of the Sewerage Hammeroid Excrement, Barry and Bevan are disembowled and used as Crab bait. Fuckers.

Brian and one of the other Brians' digest world events using Braille and a large stick. Always the optimist, Brian calls a spade a spade and a Dog a Goat. Fuckin hilarious if you've been on the Heroin for years.

To humour the various suppliers, advertisers and the seven on call Prostitutes, the Herring Legal Department put forward that the Brian's not only bring in more revenue but up the ante  when it comes to social gatherings and pressing the flesh in the wider community. Of course, the Brian's took it on board, discussed it all, decided to act and burnt the Legal Department to the fucking ground. Cunts.

On a heart-warming note, Brian found a stray cat. Took it home, bathed it, fed it and used as the fire starter for said fire mentioned above. Glorious.

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Brian and Brian visit their old Mate, Confidant and Boozing partner, the Pope, at his place. The usual shenanigans ensue and before you know it, everyone that's clothed is dressed as a Pirate.

Brian, the absolute connessuir of fine food, alcoholic drinks and opium is intrigued and filled with joy at the taste of the Lumberjack Soup. Sitting in the Vatican Bar on level 7 Brian imbibes in multiple bowls of said soup, while playing Badminton with a Leper and a Bishop.

Both Brian's discuss at length with Pope Americanna about the white wafers he hands out during Church service to the great unwashed. He laughs and cajoles the Brian's when it is put to him that the said wafers should be able to be used in the Vatican Slot machines, just as Jeezus would have wanted it.

On a startling note, Archbishop Pustule self combusted when the Choir boys sang to him. Fucker.

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On this week's Episplode, Brian and Brian explain Geography for our loyal and simple listeners. Yes, Zimbabwe is mentioned and covered extensively by Brian using many languages, a chicken and a bucket.

The other, but more important subject both Brian's fussed over is to do with is the good old Bus Terminus and associated outbuildings, the free busrides, the graffiti and the stabbings. All good wholesome fun but never on time.

Brian pinpoints a grand old time when every adult in Orstraylya and a few kiddies sat down in front of the black and white tele and watched Pick a Corpse. Those heady days with Bob and Dolly Dyer. Yes, everyone tuned in to watch Dolly swallow flaming Bats and fight Chimpanzees. All of this while Bob smoked 20 Rothmans and balanced plates on his head. Fuckin magnificent viewing and the first show to incorporate swollen unalive humans. Great stuff. Better than Neighbours or fuckin Romper Room, Idiots.

On a surprising note, Bevan catches fire during the last 4 seconds of this episode, don't turn off early, this is award winning stuff and shit.

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After a large amount of divergence, disregard and discrepancies, both Brian's confer at great length about the seriousness of Livestock roaming the Auditoriums of most Capital Cities and a small country town that's now underwater.

Once the discussion hits a resonance not seen at Herring Central this Millenia, Brian unleashes a monologue of torture and self servingness that even Mr. Umbecki was frowning and contemplating suicide.

Of course both Brian's reminisce about the grand old days of Mrs. Priddy and her long dead husband Laurie. Yes, those heady days of fashion, head lice, Dung Beatles, Brunch Coats, Sodomy, and oh yes, the Salad and Offal days of lower Chermside Heights and beyond.

Finally on an absolutely thrilling and enjoyable note, Bevan is carried off by a swarm of Locusts and has not been missed one fuckin bit. The Cunt.

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After a lengthy hiatus, the Brians can now reveal they have been on a double secret undercover operation to find out whether souvlaki can cure cancer.

Although the results were spectacularly vague, it was confirmed that it can actually cause cancer if smeared on the genitals incorrectly.

On a lighter note.....feathers.

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Some shit the lawyer said to put in if we didn't want to go to jail again. Cunts! 

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In this weeks episode Brian and Brain and not so much Barry, go on a fishing expedition in the heartland of downtown Antarctica. Brian strikes upon the idea of harvesting ice mites as a substitute fuel source only to realise that he is not wearing any pants and may freeze his enormous stoic off. 

Meanwhile Bevan enters Barry's icehole and hilarity and pneumonia break out.

On a more serious note, the ghost of Mawson's Hut appears at the chemist and enquires about cough medicine.

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This week Brian and Brian recount their endless summer days of dementia and go-karting the slopes of Mt Kilimanjaro in a one piece bathing suit.

Paw Paws are now in season for $6.99 a cubit and the winter snows are rapidly approaching the border of Australia and Mrs Pretty's residence by the rubbish tip.

All this spells fun, frivolity and chemical burns for Barry and Bevan.

On a lighter note The End of Days is coming along nicely.

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On this special 1956 revised edition of, "Is your Mother a Barnacle" The Brian's take stock and a bit of a chance on an Easter gather a thon, that is, a Play with Sperm Whales as characters, a light show and a Duck with Arthritis and Gangrene.

In Part 2 of this Epiglottis of fun, debauchery and sewing, Brian discusses the finer points of boozing in the Bar on level 7 of the Vatican. Yes, that magnificent room full of Offal, Vagabonds and ornate Sherry glasses that glow in the dark. Brian not only discusses the rights and wrongs of the Holy Cataclysmic Church, he pushes all of the buttons to turn the Bar into a Labryinth of mayhem and Semen. Jolly good fun, and Pope Doug loved it, literally.

On an interesting note, Barry does a good deed as an Uber Eats cycler. He delivers a free feast to some poor blind kiddies, but gets struck by lightning before arrival. Funny as fuck. Amen.

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This week Brian and Brain reveal the astonishing news that Brian is absconding...I mean emigrating from the infamous Lawnton Heights Herring Compound to the Antartica thingy. This is where the Mawson's Hut Franchise Empire is being launched as soon as Ji Ji PINGGG! can drag himself away from the Kremlin Nightclub and cut the ribbon with a tank.

On a less interesting note, Barry reprises his Tony Award winning role as the corpse of Tony Abbottt and scares the local children to death, much the same way as Tonnyyy himself did when he was kind of alive.