Jessie
Welcome to the 52nd episode of Podcaturday. We have a new intro, a new outro (that’s the end part) and a new banner. We also got 11! voicemails. The show is a little longer than usual, cause that’s how your mom likes it.
See the left hand thing on the banner? That includes some of the stuff we talk about this week. And I can change it each week as I presume we are not going to talk about the same things each week. I ARE SMART OF COMMUNICATE! My college was a good idear.
Also, this chick in the picture is the only groupie I have. Her name is Jessie and that’s not even her car. Her car is a Honda Civic with like, 500 Arby’s wrappers in the back. Arby’s? Who eats Arby’s? Well, Jessie does, and she also sends me dirty Facebook messages.
If you want to be a groupie, call the hotline at: 206-888-1710, and if you are all SUSPICIOUS like some people I know *cough*JuliesDad*cough* then you can totally see by my Internet website here that everything I do is totally legit. I’m like a doctor or a crop duster. If you were a farmer and a dude hopped out of a bi-plane wearing goggles and a long white scarf and offered to dust your crops, would you think he was going to do something else?
No you wouldn’t. People trust crop dusters, which is why you should trust me. Enjoy the show!
I knew there was something I forgot to do Friday.
You are forgetful.
Vange called, you didn’t need me.
1.) The Nazis had deported all German tornadoes by summer ’38. A few returned, but most settled in the American South. It’s controversial, but look it up.
2.) “The hottest chick on here right now is nobody”. Sounds like my office birthday party last week. At the end of the party one of my work friends tried to fuck a tumbleweed that rolled through the breakroom. Huzzah!”
3.) “Star Castles”, “Star Search”, “STAR CHILD”.
4.) I WILL beat the Tron costume guy this Halloween. And my costume will show more of my stuff than his does of him. It will be online. Ideally I will debut it here.
It’s pronounced: STAW CHOILD!
“Said with a cock in his mouth”. I know people who were excited about the release of Paul Stanley’s last solo album. So much that they talked about it in advance, and went to F.Y.E. to actually BUY the CD. (I met them afterwards in the food court for hotdogs, a Mango Julius and much ridicule). They wanted the best….
Why was there no cake? You’re supposed to have cake at a birthday party!
Spilled it on my nuts. 🙁
It was the best birthday party ever. I especially liked that hideous moment when we talked about getting asstrally rammed on a unicycle ride to Philly. Good times. Good times.
Congrats on a full year of yakkin’!
Next up: elkin’!