Master Bastard MasterBastard.com
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Four aging, life-long friends and adversaries fend off the ordinary through the poetry of the profane. From potty humor to funeral home funnies, the Bastards don't just slaughter the sacred cow, they have sex with it first. It takes a real Bastard to laugh at another's suffering. But to laugh at the suffering of your closest friends, it takes something more. A Master Bastard.
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Master Bastard #238 - Unemployed Eye
The Bastards are back! Where did they go? Nowhere! They fill you in on their adventures, treasures, tragedies and Sir Chapsworth makes sex noises. Classtard!
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Master Bastard #237 - Battle Gravy
The Bastards are back with another episode that Terlet took his time on editing. This episode is chock full of all the steaming filth that you’ve come to expect and adore. Lotion up your Ladybugs and get ready to get filled with podcasty goodness. Classtard!
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Master Bastard #236 - Self-Admiration Masturbation
Well well, the Bastards are back… Surprised? Confused? Titillated? Good, those are all positive feelings to associate with this podcast. Why not lay back and breath deep… just breath in… and out… in… and out. Isn’t that nice? Do you feel relaxed? Good, good. Why not take of those tight pants? Give us a gander at your slander? Give us a queef of that beef? Give us a plop of that slop? Give us a poke with that joke? Give us a choke with that stroke? Show us your genitals? No? Classtard.
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Master Bastard #235 - Ron Perlman's Upper Lip
The Bastards are back and boy are they chubby. Hamtackle finds Bruce Vilanch disgusting and I think that is his way of covering up the fact that he really reeeally wants to fuck him. There is also buckets of limericks and some good old Para-Files. Classtard!
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Master Bastard #234 - Rawdogging Prostitutes
The Bastards are back and they love to snack! Terlet briefly tests the Bastard’s ASMR waters and celebrity death is discussed, heavily. Get a grip of those Classtardy hips and give em a tush push!
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Master Bastard #233 - Back In The Bucket
The Bastards are back. Isn’t that nice? Lot’s of passionate pandemic palaver is peppered with paltry penile prattle. You know, the usual. Classtard.