Oh Rudy! He can't possibly have any money left. But hey, don't do the crime if you can't pay the fine. We spend the rest of the show talking about that Barbie movie and how pretty Ryan Goose-man is. I think we meant to meantion that new Doritos flavored liquor but I don't really remember. Good times yo, it's the Worstcase.....

Oh ya! Hey woke folks! Don't forget to start the war on Christmas back up! Don't forget to say Happy Holidays as an insult! Actually I don't what the war on Christmas is about. When I look around my neighboorhood I see enough twinkling colorful lights to tell me the Christmas is winning. Even as an athiest I still like having a week off work and a nice bonus. So ya, this is a podcast and we barely mention Xmas, but we do talk about Prince and Purple Rain a little. This is the worstcase....

So we kick around Kissinger's corpse for a bit, you know with how the Republicans destroyed a lot of Central and South America and now they complain about immigration when they should be complaining about how tax dollars are used to prop up fascists. Just saying. Jerk has some more details about that murdering cop that got shanked up. I mean, ya, we do have some jokes and stuff, it's not all just downers, wars, and shankings, but ya, it is the worstcase.....

Henry Kissinger can kiss my ass. He was an evil turd of a human and a mass murderer. I hope his soul burns forever in a horrible pit of fire and pain. That said, it's been an alright week. We missed our regular Monday upload because one of us kept falling asleep the first time we tried to record. I won't say who kept falling asleep, but I think we all knew which one of us it was. Welcome to the Worstcase, r.i.p. Shawn McGowan, you were one of the greats......

Remember when Sammy the Bull got busted throwing raves and selling E after he was put into witness protection? That is the perfect story for today's world. Crime is always gonna do crime. No criminal really comes clean, some just stop getting caught. Crime is what keeps the economy running. That and other stories may or may not be covered this week, cuz you know, worstcase!!!

What? We talk about things, we poke fun, we make points, we curse. You know what you're getting. On this episode we discuss that new Beatles song and how the used the A.I. to make it happen. This is how Skynet begins, welcome to the Wrostcase.

It's totally fine. Nobody is gonna call it X. It's Twitter, it always will be. I mean, it's over, it's not there anymore. It can only exist now as memory or parody, but it is over and it will never "really" be called X. I think we may spend about 10 seconds during this episode talking about that, but hey, I just did so, there ya go. Elon is dumb now. Happy Halloween, it's the worstcase....

They all snitchin' now. All that clown car of crazy is gonna snitch on Trumpy. All the Trumpettes are blowin' their horns about how they planned those fake electors and tried to do a treason. Sha-na-na-na hey hey-ey to the orange man. Sidney Powell and Kenny Cheesburgers have takin the plea deal and we speculate heavy on the outcome. Also, somebody got a horrendous wedgie and is suing Disney. All that and more on your least favorite podcast. It's the worstcase......

Ya, we decide maybe we should try celebrity gossip. We could be one of those tea spillin' podcasts that actually make money. They be gettin' clicks while we just keep gettin nothing for crying about how conservatives shouldn't give out public hand jobs or grab people by their genitals at all while they call us perverts. WW3 is still coming along slowly so we don't mention it and just make fun of congress and such, come along and tell your friends, it's the worstcase....

It seems like the far right crowd is busy driving itself off a cliff while WW3 is busy getting started. This week has been a doozy and this year is just looking historically stupid in so many ways. This year will be in the history books with a long explainer chapter about how stupid we all had to get to let it get this bad to begin with. We live in a house of cards made of matchbooks built on top of a puddle of kerosene in the smoking section of public toilet. Wanna talk about it?, welcome to the worstcase...