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On this third instalment in a series of seven hundred and twenty nine, the Brian's bring the world and a couple of other planets in the Malted Milk Way the great news about our Moon. Why the fuck doesn't it have a proper name like Saturn and Jupiter do? Yes those 2 fuckers have all of their Moons named. Who wouldn't want our Moon called Europa or Io or Swedish Hat? 
It's well and truly time our Moon is called Stephen. Yes, after the Hawking kiddie. Our Moon is crippled and drools like the best of them and the Brian's are on a crusade for change. Are you in ?
Yes you are and who doesn't want to see loaves of bread to commemorate the addition of Stephen to the Cosmos and stuff.
All this and a new salad dressing range on this week's episode proudly sponsored by Shell Anal Oil.  Available in service centres and all disreputable adult stores. For your ultimate stimulation don't forget to mention the Brian's and Mr. Umbecki for a great discount or maybe a kick to the head.

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The Brian's reminisce about their long lost son thing, Howard. 
A long discussion regarding Howard ensues about him being a Chef and only using his Tongue and Penis to cook up a storm and some Rats.
Brian discusses in detail Fillum genres and frozen  Disney heads which leads to the demands issued from  NASA that have taken its toll on the Brian's and ultimately changed Circus life forever and stuff in this heart-warming and somewhat cucumbersome section of this Poocast.
On a hilarious note, child slapping is discussed and the live audience breaks into song which results in a Satanic Riverdance segment. Hurrah.
All of this and an Ant on this week's trip into life at Frogmore Cottage and its adjoining Abbotoir.

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The Brian's discuss at length the need for more Gods and Nuclear weapons along with the growth industry that is Pigeons.
Brian talks with an open heart about the devastation that has affected him mentally when the conversation turns to his love of Taylor Swift and her leg length not to mention his awe inspiring take on her ability to skin aquatic animals with her teeth. Riveting stuff and stuff.
On an hilarious note Bevan and Barry get locked in a Wine Barrel and roll down Gympie Road. Just rollicking good fun. Hurrah.

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The Brian's bring in the changes that are
 required around the known Earth by informing one and all that Sport and Politics has to merge to save the planet and possibly Alpha Centauri.
At long last and with urging from Neville of Zambia the Brian's reveal the true identity of their racing Pigeon slash Bat, Baron Von Licktenstein. Yes, the fastest flying thing to ever grace the stratosphere and beyoncey.
On an extremely important segment Brian let's rip the truth behind balding men and the sex life of chickens that absolutely confirms what everybody is thinking about when the World Series of the NFL is mentioned. Riveting stuff and stuff.
All of this and a crate of Morons on this week's Conjunctivitis edition of the Herrings.

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On this week's episplode of the Herrings, the Brian's discuss at length the importance of Chemists and Indian drug providers, the prescription variety that is, not the nasty illicit drug dealer living next door who is having sex with your pets, no! The elephant loving Pharmacist is front and centre and in discussion this evening.
Brian let's slip that he sleeps 15 hours a day and likes to eat food out of a saucer on the kitchen floor and enjoys licking his anus.
On a funny note, the Brian's get a huge laugh out of Cretins, Morons, Idiots, Dickheads and Fuckwits on tonight's viewing thingy and stuff.

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The Brian's veer headlong into the wide world of Fruit Bat exportation which will futuresafe Orstraylya after the Coal, Iron Ore and ex Politicians are burnt out and or given away.
The subject of the Australian Coat of Arms is debated heavily by Brian and he urges all Orstraylians to get out on Orstraylia day tomorrow and go nude at the beach and lick a Cane Toad at will.  Fucking Oi Oi Fucking Oi.
The Brian's new boy, Bevan, talks about his stick collecting skills, his unashamed alcohol dependency and being afraid of the dark and Female Impersonators. Gruesome stuff and stuff.
On a funny note,  Barry falls off his skateboard and gets hit by a 70 year old Agnostic woman riding a motorised chair.  Fucking old people, Still doing their bit for the good of all. Hurrah.

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The Brian's articulate the only way they know and elaborate in a special spoken part of the Herrings, the importance of Axle Grease in the Southern Hemisphere. Yes, the different lubricants used to pleasure oneself between northern parts of this planet and the southern is totally different,  if you have a penis, or two.  Brylcream might be abundant throughout the Milky Way  and de rigueur in the north, but down here it's Castrol Heavy Duty to get into that erotic zone.
On a less serious note the Brian's recruit a new member into the Herring team. Yes, Bevan Nigelson joins as a Cadet/Rookie/ Roustabout/Toilet Cleaner/Sandwich Maker/Car Washer/Drug Mule and Hermaphrodite Sex Worker.
Welcome Bevan and don't forget to wash your hands and anus before touching us, Bastard.

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The Brian's celebrate their huge win of the previous year, that is, predicting the road toll and other tricky elements. The Suzuki Jimny takes the top gong for most death related accidents while the name Kevin is the outright winner in the most deaths category. 
The truth only known on the northside of Brisbanium is unleashed and Brian let's the world know that Ma Ling has been awarded best Asian restaurant and Bathhouse and personally taken the gong for her Fellatio skills. Both Brian's endorse the award wholeheartedly and love her technique.
The Herrings will shortly start Poocasting from the Dark side of the Moon. With encouragement from Dave Gilmour, the Brian's will be the first human type things to drop a shit on the moon as well. 
Buzz Aldrin has encouraged the Brian's and sees a Nobel Prize for Stool prowess heading into the Siamese Herring Experiment's trophy cabinet. 
All this and a moron this week's shopping list.

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The Brian's and the entire northside population
 of Brisbanium bring the Nude Year in at Bungle Jungle.
The theme of the evening was to continue the tradition of Vomitting at will. Just like the Convicts did after stealing bread and rats in England 5000 and somewhat years ago, Who doesn't want  to be sent across a largish ocean thing and spew your guts up all the way to the Antipodes. Hurrah.
Brian discusses the new world order that Pope Franky has set up, that is, Altar Boys in Safari Suits!!  Yes, the McMurtrie style 82 pocket Special Edition urine stained,  yellow flared, short sleeved, short legged  fashion statement that keeps on giving in the schlong department will be available to all this Millennia if the Chinese come to the party and make them at a discount rate or thereabouts, Bastards.
On a serious note, Barry eats a Hamster and falls in love.

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The Brian's clear up once for all the real reason why the Idiot Pill was invented.
Jeffrey Epstein is remembered and will be
 Posthumously Knighted by Prince Andrew and a female Corgi will be renamed Jeff. 
The Brian's articulate the future as never before and see Whales saving the world and some of them being ploughed by an Ice Breaker. Moving stuff and things.
On a funny note, Jesus returns and blabs to the world that he has 12 followers on his Social Media platform.
As if !!!