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In this hour, we discussed Mickey’s new developed fondness for Shooting, the happiness unearmarked Ribs can bring to one’s life, and what we all do to survive in the post-apocalyptic world, now that the S*&# is headed right straight at the fan.

Mountain Dew

Do the Diet Dew

Mickey will most assuredly immediately head to the airfields, securing a plane exactly capable of lifting his massive stocks of Diet Mountain Dew into the air. Irritated by his common man, his will be the easiest of adjustments, and he will often laugh as people ignore his sage words, only to be scooped up by highwaymen and sold into butt slavery. Strangely, even in the dark future, the first thing criminals do is touch the butt. Weird, isn’t it?

J will shutter his 327 bedroom-half bath manse, electing to ignore the comings and serious goings of modern day society. Hours into his ordeal, as his supply of delicious roasted beefs, succulent brats, and enormous larders of pork loin dwindle, he will be forced to eat Yip and Skim, his favorite and only dachshunds. Minutes later, his family will follow. Rumors will spread far and wide throughout the lands of Sand Fort of a remarkably affable cannibal, luring victims to his dinner table with the promise of perfectly chilled shiraz and a fine double barreled stogie.

I will be pissed. Jen will probably have to learn to till soil, fight mutants, create electricity, divine water, train delivery people, block radiation, emit sunlight, and a host of other tasks in an effort to keep me pleased. Perhaps the scarcity of food will give me pause, and I will not consume her food as well as my own. Stranger things have happened.

Ross will toke something, and call in to a radio show to describe the damage he’s seeing. He’ll probably end up winning a bomb shelter for calling.

We watched it all come apart to the following great bands:

And make sure you check out Randy LaLonde’s excellent books at Spinward Fringe – We review the first in that series in this episode. What it lacks in length it makes up for in brilliant character development, wit and wry humor, and damned compelling moral consideration. Get it, slave!

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icon for podpress  227: Foul Wind [54:50m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

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Neighbors done looking at you yet? Good.

In this, our… um… Hour, we discussed a myriad of topics, both sophomoric and profound. We ran the gambit of gabbery on a gadabout glorious… We attacked the tough issues facing Amer….

Okay, it was straight fart talk for twenty minutes. But that is to be expected at this point. We all had a lotta ribs and beefs, and that makes for this type of discussion. Surely you can understand. We bravely attempted to pull the show out of its nosedive of frappery with a topic on steakhouses – specifically, is the steakhouse dying? Why are all the chains dropping in quality or shutting their doors? Look at the facts:

Outback – Sucked. No two bones about it, whatever they are doing today (dry bread, yellow salads, tough beefs, dumb staff) is a pale shell of what they once had going on

Longhorn – Salted beefs? My mamma always said, if you gotta put that much seasoning on, you are trying to hide something. What is the secret to your salty beefs, oh Horn of Assumed Length?

a baked potato with butter

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RoadhouseClosed, assumed Orlando bankrupt. I will miss your yeasty bounty, and bloody medium rare beefs most of all, scarecrow

Steak and Ale – Someone finally put the fork in this cheesy seventies franchise. Gasp! Where will rude dumb teenagers hold their post-graduation dinners now?!

It doesn’t leave us with much, does it folks?

Houstons? Overpriced at best – Seriously – who is paying 12 dollars for a baked potato? It’s a TUBER, for Christ’s sake!

Fleming’s – I’ve never been, how is it?

Ruth's Chris Steak House, Inc.

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Ruth’s Chris – a fascinating establishment, capable of delivering a steak that tastes like it sat in a bowl of Redenbacher’s finest overnight. By which I mean to say, your butter has beef flavor on it.

Ted’s – I would pay a hundred dollars to eat at Ted’s, to try a Ted on the

side, and wash it down with a Ted.

We, sadly, went all D and D at the end. Mickey tried to save us with some good Life Coaching at the :42, but the damage was done, and we never really recovered.

We sat for three hours waiting for our salads, listening to the following great music:

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