Okay so picture this there's this boat well its more like a cruise so there's this cruise and its out of control and you can't stop the cruise but there's also this thing in cars called cruise control which lets you take your foot off the gas while maintaining the same speed so what if the movie that's set on the cruise was titled cruise control get it?

LAW? I AM THE LAW! LAWWWWWWW! YOU WANT LAW?! YOU'RE BREAKING THE LAWWW! COURTS ADJOURNED!

DOOOODS. GUYS BEING DOOOODS. NO GORLS. UNLESS I CAN WIN ONE IN A RACE. TESTOSTERONE. GUY STUFF. CARS. BABES. BOOBS. ALCOHOLISM. DOMESTIC ABUSE. HOLDING IN ALL MY FEELINGS AND NEVER TRULY SHARING THEM WITH ANYONE, THEREFORE HINDERING MY RELATIONSHIPS WITH EVEN MY CLOSEST FRIENDS AND FAMILY, UNTIL I EXPLODE IN A HURRICANE OF PENT UP AGGRESSION AND UNRESOLVED INTERNAL ISSUES. NO HOMO OF COURSE THO. YUNNO, JUST GUY STUFF.

Child brides, racism, homophobia and more, Gone in 60 Seconds is the perfect snapshot of the 2000’s. With an Avengers level cast and a rag tag team that rivals the A-Team, this one is interesting. 

Please excuse any audio issues on this one, and the next few episodes. I am editing on my iPad and in a new software so its not as easy as on my computer. All will go back to normal at the end of December.

THIS SUMMER! WITNESS SOUTH AMERICA'S GREATEST CONTRACT KILLER! WATCH AS SHE TRAVELS FROM LOCATION TO LOCATION, WITH MINIMAL ACTION AND NEGLIGIBLE CONSEQUENCE!

Zach and Jonah grapple with the idea of Sex Tents and plan on how to get more listener mail by unleashing our inner Ben Shapiro.

After a weeks hiatus of being unborn and reborn over and over, Yeah Its That Bad Reloaded world headquarters is powered up again and ready to call  PETA over the upside down pitbulls and roaches in THE UNBORN. Join us as we chastise every one of our listeners above 45 years old for nothing more than their age!

Day 73: I think this is it. The Jellicles have overrun the camp. I've sent my family away with the women and children, while I stay behind to try to buy them some time. We never really stood a chance against the cats. Once they developed their AI, in combination with their historical grasp on sorcery and the dark arts, our human weapons did little to turn the tide. I hope someone finds this journal one day; I hope a human finds it. So that they may know that we tried to beat them, and didn't lay down and die.