The Siamese Herring Experiment

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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.

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This week the Brians explore the donkey powered compressor and how low cost condominiums were built in the Middle Ages. 

Also Bevan watches on as Barry is stuffed into a piece of PVC tubing and fired into the desert where he meets a host of hilarious characters who kill and eat him.

As well as also, the miracle of Jesus turning lesbians into fish is discussed by a number of historical experts in the nude.

In a lighter vein, Bevan is also stuffed into a PVC pipe but is too fat to get out.

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After starting the New Year with a bang, the Brian's continue on their quest to inform the loyal Earth millions of the trauma and tempest that will engulf them like a fat kid eating a cake.

Brian, in his wisdom and obvious likelihood that he really has brain damage discusses the reasons why Orstraylya has to be given the rights to hosting the Winter Olympics on the beautiful shores of Antarctica. Yes, that barren wasteland that Orstraylya owns. Arctic Pigeon racing and the Polar Koala Bear shooting will be incorporated into the other 1278 sports and stuff.

Brian mentions the Adriatic Ocean or was it Sea. He has no fucking idea and don't look it up, he's about as good at geography as Donald Trump is at telling the truth. Fucked, is the answer. It's Mr. McMurtrie's fault he claims. Fucker! Sorry, that's an in-house joke. 

On a thoughtful note, Bevan was decapitated in a spoon bending experiment. Good, fuck him too.