Helpful Snowman Radio

Biker babes. Which is me. I’m the babe.

Up a creek, or round a track. Whatever.

Poonie and Pete do brackets. Is that how it’s phrased? “Doing” brackets?

Well, ladies, my sperms are slowly dying inside my balls. Ladies.

Pepsi, Coke, a broken camera, sharting the bed.

Getting snipped.

The end of our journey to Modelland.

More Tyra.

The trek through Modelland continues…

We embark on a journey. To a land. Of models.

We challenge the challenges of the internet. The WHOLE internet.

A trip through internet memory lane. Which isn’t a particularly long lane, but it DOES involve a moon man advocating beating people up, so there’s something.

Well, that’s another one for the books. We explore for a haunted statue, make a tasteless plug, and…wait, if this is what’s in books, no wonder nobody reads anymore.

A GRAVE mistake. Grave? You’ll get it. Just listen for maximum tastelessness.

Really? Stoney Ghosty?

How spooky does a dumpster get?

And with this toddler coffin box, we both hit our stride and alienate our audience.

The coldest, frigid-est, frozen-est of cold cases.

The Chief and an unlikely but hilarious death.