The sun sets, the sun rises. I sleep, I wake, I yearn. I maintain a simmering, silent feud with the sandwich artist at my local Subway franchise.
And yet zero content. It’s almost remarkable that there are three brains yet not a sliver of dependability.
I ask for very little from my 4th favorite podcast featuring three high school chums discussing movies released during an arbitrary and confusing window of time. It’s quite clear that the podcast employs zero fact checking or even the slightest amount of quality control. Editing? That’s rich.
My only ask is that the inane cinematic commentary be delivered to my earholes with some measure of consistency. That seems like a reasonable request from where I sit. Which is in the dark, drowning my sorrows in a family size bag of Gardettos and refreshing my podcast app until my thumbs callus and my heart breaks.
What do you want me to do here, read a book?
Anyway.
Your number 1 fan, Dan Biles
Ps. Have you heard about this new Yankee and Janky podcast?
