I’m sorry. He probably is too. We talk about whiskey dick, girlfriends, our sexual prowess (of course!) and more. A pee pee platter? Reciprocating Saws of Dick? What the fuck?
But the powers of All That Sucks were drawing a bead on us at our bunker carefully hidden within Hamtramck Disneyland and we had to bug out. We’ll begin recording soon from our new hidden location as soon as we build up enough supplies to keep us holed in against the suckitude for a while, at least. In the meantime, we have a show in the can that will be uploaded very soon, and our live show recorded at the Tap Room will be going through some post-production work and will be up soon, too.
Guess the cat is out of the bag. SPAG and Skeeter are running for president on the Vagina Party ticket (we’re for it!) and would appreciate your vote in November.
The NAFTA beer show…Mexican and Canadian imports! We recap the past week of shows and drinking (there was plenty of both). Our typical segment on penis maintenance covers how to avoid getting the damned thing cut off in your sleep, and then we completely trash the “American Hardcore” movie, or as I refer to it, the “The Steven Blush really wants to suck Al Barile’s cock show.” We tell stories of drinking in Canada when Spag tells one of the funniest fucking stories to date regarding his amazing skills at recovering from embarrassing situations, only to eventually fuck it up, thanks to Molson XXX. It all goes downhill from there, as it always does.
OK…we finally did a show where we didn’t talk about our balls, etc. You might wish we did. When we talk about our eating habits, it ain’t spaghetti. Beyond that, we talk about the early days of Spag, I get retarded and gush over a few dates, and then we recap the horrors of a Monday morning hangover. I counted 121 uses of the word “fuck” on this one.
This shit is gonna be crazy! We’re recording a show at one of our favorite bars on Saturday, August 23, so come see us at Ye Olde Tap Room then and be a part of the show! Spag and I are cooking up a few things for that night. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Damn those Poles and what they do to our brain cells! HOLY SHIT we got fucked up on yet another Polish beer. DJ Spag recounts the sickness and mass hysteria that was the Ypsilanti Elvisfest, Skeeter makes sex metaphors involving potatoes, ball hygiene is discussed to an uncomfortable degree, along with ball-slapping, mushroom stamps, generous dollops of manbutter, etc. Then we got even more drunk! Foot babies? WTF?
Sorry for the delay…we’ve been fucking with podpress for a while trying to get everything in working order again, but we finally did it! The shows can be heard again!
Wexford Cream Ale fueled this one, O’Hara’s Red tasted like the scrapings off the floor of a foot and ass factory. Can you get drunk by fucking an Irishman? Yes! Find out how by listening to the show!
