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The Brian's discuss at length the common sense approach to warfare strategies with
the organising  of Dashshunds, Corgis and Horses and defining a generation that embraced the combination of gunpowder and four legged domestic and farm animals.
The Brian's endeavour to find the crispiest crackling that an Air Fryer can deliver by only using sunlight, accelerant and a fattened piece of Roadkill.
The Brian's also debate the strengths and weaknesses of deformed Parrots and spastic Octopusses.
This and moron this AI version of the Herrings.

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This week the Brians have a shortwave radio flashback thanks to an old listener request. Hear how their dads helped the war effort in "The Big One" with their grit, determination and enormous amounts of alcoholic porridge. 
The Brian's note that the head of FIFA wil be afforded a sainthood for his generous and kind words and phrases about everything from being an Arab and Gay to being a non stick frying pan.
The World Cup in Cut Tar has begun and the Pope will be attending to give his seal of approval to the use of dead migrant workers being used as landfill.
On an interesting note, the Brian's lets some gossip go about Hitler's dogs and his fetish for fat men in uniform.

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The Brian's clean up the mess that was a Chinese meal gone wrong and turned into a mid term shitstorm that we all needed.
Brian sits on his high horse and espouses the values of our world leaders and falls off into the dowry depths that was the big red wave that became a ripple of anti humility.
On a lighter note the Brian's open their Christmas presents early and low and behold their Satan dolls finally arrived. 

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The Brian's drill down into the iconic and inspirational day that stops a nation and shoots large four legged things.
Humphrey B Bear is reunited with the Brian's after a hiatus to show proudly his furry no genitals body again.
Sussex fever is all the rage and Las Vegas is to become the frontier for our layabout non royals  in what will be the Spare Casino. Money, money and spare change is the new fashion.

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Rice Paddies in every house will be the future and discussed at length on today's Poocast.
Brian is nominated for a Grammy Award for his outstanding lifetime work with the trouser flute.
The Herrings introduce a new sponsor and then tell them to stick it up their arse when it becomes obvious that their carbon footprint does not exist.
On a serious note, more idiot sports people decide that all sponsors are pricks.

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The Brian's celebrate another 100 seasons of Herringness by helping the the poor stupid Fucknuckles in the northern 
hemisphere...... again.
Another 100 seasons also brings celebrations.  Of course there's no celebrations unless it involves Jeesus, the Holy Ghost, Crack pipes, sexual antics, turning fish into carbon footprints and referencing to a God. Hurrah.
All this and a moron called Liz Johnson and a man with 3 penis'sss called Flipper, the bush Messiah.

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This weeks episode was created by artificial intelligence and a few good monkeys. Listen as the Brians expand their consciousness to reveal the whereabouts of the Barvarian Dressmakers Guild from where all human life was created.

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Due to duties ensconced on them, the Brian's have been very busy on a special "Job" that has taken them away from their regular duties and have found themselves in an area  that cannot be divulged but the code name is "Nord Stream".

Thus, due to contractual obligations the Brian's provide part 2 of Episode 11 to ensure that the Cash flow continues for the Siamese Herring Experiment and Tobacconists everywhere.

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Whilst the entire world, and a few spots on mars that have WI-FI, are besieged by the totally unsurprising news that a 96 year old monarch has left the building for the last time, The Siamese Herring Experiment would like to take this sombrero occasion to add a very personal and possibly criminal insight into the Brians' delicate and historic work behind the velvet curtain of the British Royal Family's supreme matriarch thingy.  

From the 50 metre semen encrusted hot tub on the Balmoral balcony, let's all get nude and drunk with Liz one last time.

Knees up Mother Brown, the Brians are hot to trot!

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Dear Brian,

the solicitors were at me again today. They can't find Mr Umbecci and I seemed to be covered in blood when the police arrived....I can't begin to tell you how embarrassing that was.

Anyway, bits of Mr Umbecci send their best wishes.

You Sinisterly

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