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 212: I Can't Take It Anymore [58:01m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

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So this week I was asked, “What does Ross do exactly? Cause it looks like he is just on twitter the whole show?” And, being the supportive friend that I am, told them that he has to watch levels and take notes so that Geoff (or I) can write the blog!

So as Geoff has fallen asleep right before rollover. I made sure he had his bedtime outfit on and jumped online. I pulled the infamous green book down off the shelf and on one page, triple spaced, are the following notes from Ross.

“Paper Towels Masturbation Chat”. Wow. That sounds painful guys! I mean I have heard of tissues, maybe even a nearby towel, but paper towels??

“Deoderant Choices Mickey’s Bust”. Now, I know that Mickey is a self-proclaimed sweater but has he really gone so far off the (Atkins) wagon that he now has moobs that require that oh-so-fresh protection? Ew.

“Mickey’s Rumor Paying Off McDonalds”. So we are all trying to be part of the solution.

And Mickey is taking the profits and paying off McDonalds? Maybe they were keeping his moob secret a…well…secret?

What wasn’t a secret is the music played this hour:

• The Gaslight Anthem -  The 59 Sound
• Dearestazazel – Sex is a Sin

“I heard a rumor that gas prices would be one dollar per gallon by March of 2009!”

 

 170: Here! Have a SAD [58:56m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

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In this hour, we discuss J’s Gambling Bonanza, Mickey’s Rapidly Approaching Mid-Life Crisis, and Biscuits and Gravy.

J took a trip to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino near sunny Orlampa, and he regaled us with tales aplenty of the wonder that can be found therein! Slots! For you to put coins in! No, seriously! See, to the casual observer, a slot machine is a simpleton’s game, where one simply hands money to the casino in return for a crappy stool, a watered down Pepsi with rum mist, and pretty lights and sounds! J, however, won DOZENS of dollars at the one armed hand of the bandits!

Mickey has hit the wall, as a man. Not content to have served in the armed forces, overcome the mysteries of nukuler power, have kids, quit smoking and drinking, and all the other crap he did last week, he has now set his sites on obtaining a motorcycle. In Florida. WTF? This state, wildfires and current drought notwithstanding, is the WORST place to have a motorcycle, other than maybe Seattle or Atlantis… I attempted to reason with him, and he seems hellbent for leather, so to speak.

We closed out the hour with a resounding breakfast topic, which holds a place near and dear to my heart, namely my left ventricle. God love the Biscuit. See it for what it is, light and fluffy golden baked deliciousness. Adding gravy is sort of like the gift of sight. Like, if I were given the choice, to help a blind man see again, or give him a bite of delicious biscuits and gravy, I would have to opt for the latter. It’s just that good.

Equally as good, our music this hour:

• Madina Lake – House of Cards
• Sullivan – Florida Queen