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So, I guess this is a thing again. Which, you know, not really a terrible thing, per se. For instance, we could have started hanging out with the “wrong crowd,” joined a punk band, taken up skin popping sweet lady H, maybe get a neck tattoo and some LINKS!

The movie I was trying to think of in the first 5 minutes of the show was Primer
Cowboys and Racism
Are you ready for some cranial trauma!
You don’t get to be the 3rd or 4th most popular sport in the most northerly section of the country by being affordable!
Ultrasounds are a scam. I don’t think they actually can see anything there.

There’s other stuff, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Also, not going to lie, I’m kinda lazy.

WHOA! Didn’t see you there! With your come-hither eyes and your sensuous, pouting plumber’s crack. Of all the gin joints in all the jointed gins in all the Ginny Joiner jointed ginger geiger jo-jo j…j…gah.
I’m really out of practice with this. Anyway, here’s your links or whatever. I guess.

Lourde Lourde look who’s for…teen?
Mike Moose Tacos
Shut down but not out! Okay, maybe out.

Other stuff too, I guess. Whatever.

Whoa. I mean WHOA. What the hell happened? The last thing I remember is July, and heat and primaries, and the next thing you know, Mitt Romney’s waiting tables in Disneyland and we’re up for another four years of that nice Kenyan man running the country. Cocaine’s a hell of a drug, folks, and so is LINKS!

Orca Vs. Narwhal!
NARWHAL!
ORCA!
ORCA AND NARWHAL! FIGHT TO THE DEATH AND OH MY GOD SO INCREDIBLY BORING.

Seriously, folks, we spend like a solid hour talking about about math. I’m…I’m not sure that, in good conscience, I can recommend you listen to this show. You might learn something, and that’s just not right.

NO, not really.
And I didn’t even ride the Oregon Trail (though I did see a trail marker). Unless I-80 was a big part of the Oregon Trail, I’m not really sure.
But we do have a show! One that consists almost exclusively of me telling Pat all about my time abroad, in shitty cars, for 10 days. It’s a real humdinger. Enjoy.

So, we’re here. Again. I know, it’s been like 2 months and your lives are hollow and empty without us. That’s okay, because we’re here now, with our dulcet tones, and LINKS!

That Obama. So out of touch.
Wait, I mean Mitt. Mitt’s out of touch. 
Screw it. Do we really want another president who’s in touch?
Oh Lance. Why. Just why.
And then…this happened.

And that’s it folks. See you again in…what, like two months or something.

We’re not dead yet! We’re feeling better! Because of the big jug of bottom-shelf, plastic-bottle gin and a big ol’ spoonful of LINKS!

You thought I was joking.
Bud’s at it again!
Seriously, though, fuck that kid. I’ve wanted a foul ball all my life. You don’t see me crying.
Meanwhile, in the Republican primaries…
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

That’s it for now folks. Hopefully it won’t be another *mumble mumble mumble* months before we do this again. All that opinion and snark gets backed up in you, and sometimes you just need a verbal enema. So that’s what this is: Talk Poop.