My Brother, My Brother And Me

Step inside the mind of the mind-reader himself (who is Frasier) as we pitch our bold new vision for Frasier. In this one, Frasier’s getting nasty, and we’re not willing to negotiate on that point, s…

Hello! We’ve safely returned from the concluding show of the Become the Monster tour. We are weary, but we also didn’t want to put up another live episode, so we like … just recorded a new one. It’s …

In which we realize the scope of our commitment in promising to send a horse to college, and then determine an extremely powerful and highly lucrative name for the aforementioned horse.

Suggested tal…

Look, the title ain’t lying, and you’d have no way of proving it if it were. One of us has seen every bird, full stop. We’re the new high score on the birdwatcher leaderboard, and who’s gonna argue a…

There’s only one surprisingly proportioned beef sandwich capable of stitching up the wide wounds carved across human civilization; and we’re the ones to invent it. (Not cook it, mind you. Good lord, …

Who’s lookin’ to get sticky sticky sticky in the hot hot sun? Come on down to Spriteland and get WILD with all your carbonated buds! We got lazy rivers just chock-full of this clear stuff, and boy, t…

If you open yourself up to it, love can find you in the strangest of places. In the meat aging attic. In Crash Bandicoot’s loaded back pocket. Or, in an unassuming serving of customizable, hastily ba…

For millennia, mankind has searched for what could be universally considered the worst, yuckiest, most profane, most inscrutable condiment to ever exist, or ever would exist, forever and ever. We’re …

Throw on your largest, most profane novelty T-Shirt and crack open a cold, fresh bottle of Old El Paso — it’s jokes time again!

Suggested talking points: Gridiron Wisdom, Feature Length Texts, What t…

Hey, Summer! Come over here for a second! We want to talk to you about … the beach. All the beach stuff we want to do during you, Summer. What’s that bear trap doing on the ground? Why’s Autumn hidin…

We have been smashed to pieces by our recent viewing of Hobbs and Shaw, which may explain the somewhat punch-drunk nature of today’s episode. It’s also possible we’ve been sprayed with some kind of J…

In today’s episode, we stumble upon a new motto, a new personal mantra to guide us into the new Roarin’ 20s — but, unfortunately, it has a cuss in it. And we’re not sure if we’re allowed to put cusse…

According to our editing software, this one is about 55 minutes long. Which is strange, because while we were recording in the Standing Energy Time Dilation Plane, it seemed a whole lot longer than t…