I hate to admit this, but I am guilty of setting things atop my Jeep while I open the driver door… and then forgetting I sat whatever it was atop said Jeep. This wouldn’t be such a problem if 95% of us didn’t take off down the road with coffee cups, folders, and wives still on top of our moving vehicles. Yeah… wives.
Somehow — completely unintentional on our part, of course — we ended up having a ton of stories with the number 69 in it for our awesomely perverted 69th episode. 69 year old pool-o-phile, 1969 founding date of the Jim Smith foundation, 69 million cats, 69 thousand carp pedicures. Ok, so maybe I fudged the numbers a tad, but whose counting? I’m just glad to be back! 69 times happier to be back then you could even imagine.
Whoa! I totally apologize for the late release on this one. I spent most of last night in a ceremonial wrestling match with a squirrel ambassador and that little sucker put up a major fight! Who would have thought that a 6 inch tall rodent could fight like that? It was like watching the Karate Kid, and I was the kid from the Cobra Kai! Needless to say I was dead tired and slept through the release time, but this episode is definitely worth the wait! We’ve got drunk Aussies, oral sex competitions, and the infamous Goat Man!!
So, obviously my surgery was a no go… damned worthless nurses! Oh, well. I get to see Hellboy and Batman when they come out… that is all that really matters! Stephen and I had an interesting last week. It is hard to believe he was just here! Alas, no he is back in FL, and we are left with audio issues. So lame. I guess it is better then battle bot granny style, skinned cat hats, shooting your kneecap off to get a mouse, and falling under a car for two days while no one notices you are gone…
This episode is dedicated to Vash’s friend Steve. We are praying for your recovery <3
Stephen is up in good old, lame arse WV this weekend for one last show before I get my face rearranged via surgery. On July 10th I am having a freaking horrible 3 hour minimum surgery on my nose (nasal septal perforation… wtf?!) and I will be out cold that day… and probably that week. So, this was my farewell show for a good week or so; but I will be back after my short hiatus, if all goes well. Happy 4th of July to all those that live in the USA (and a small apology to those of a more British origin… we still love you). Enjoy the fireworks, the hotdogs, and the time with friends and family. Also, enjoy a man stabbing his mother with a fork, and clocking another woman with a frozen chicken, a robber that likes to hug his victims, and the poor woman who had her toes gnawed off by her stupid mini-dog. Ouch.
Happy Birthday USA!