Mike, Evo, Charlie the Beer Guy, Spherical Tomi! it’s Jack Mangan, Enormous from Australia, Thomas from Flagstaff, Alvie from Boulder, Yooper, Karen from Kalifornia and Smokin’ Joe, and Darth Vader.
If you really want to hear this show…
- Peas and dip? and other Steve Irwin stories.
- Jack forgets what show we’re doing.
- Mark from Memphis likens wrestling to porn.
- Caller promotes Joe to the rank of math god (not the God, I don’t think. Just the math god.) and offers a unique way to determine the temperature of water.
- Chaz from DC has a solution for Joe’s stupid whiny name problem. And an interesting BSG casting theory.
- Evo lookin for some hard wood floors.
- Ooh, porn names! What’s yours? Let us know in the comments.
- Peeping
TomJeremy from Seattle. - Ottawa… PSA… ???… something.
- Darryl from Austin ponders: Why do we all see the same stuff? Cuz we’re all geeks, dammit! See, nice and simple.
- Callie from Austin with some fantastic driving skills.
- The best poem EVAR.
- Slap down for SoaP love.
- Testify Jules! Testify!
- Jack needs to take a nap.
- Darryl from Austin not fond of rollerderby girls. Evo knows some, I guess. I am so not surprised.
- Enormous from Australia calling from Chicago getting stepped on by everyone in the studio.
- Enormous from Australia calling from New York… wait, no he’s not.
- John in Detroit… something about Samuel L. Jackson on the MTV Movie Awards. Haven’t heard about it.
- Darryl from Austin, something about accents.
- Paul from Des Moines asks Summer to change the VMail message.
- The 501st at the MTV Movie Awards.
- Vader lets us in on Wolf Creek.
- Tee Morris sends in a fabulous new bumper, and Evo acts like an ass, though he’s right about the copyright issues.
- Evo tries to tell a joke, and Alvie steps all over the punchline. Thank God.
- Andrea, really stuck in traffic. Can’t tell what she’s talking about. Sorry, Andrea.
- Evo says, “Screw you guys, I’m going home.” and leaves for the pool.
- KfK talks dirty. I’m so glad I’ve met this woman.
- Jeremy from Seattle sings the praises of Hall and Oates.
- Darryl from Austin… Jesus Fucking Christ, why do I even try anymore?
- Darryl from Austin… See, guys, this was funny. Stop talking over the voicemails.
- Andrea’s gonna “carpool” with the new lesbian chic at work.
- Andrea, stuck in traffic yet again, wishes Evo a happy birthday.
- Clair in Georgia calls… and I apologize for Evo again.
- Jeremy in Seattle talks about how Budweiser is the official beer of the World Cup. See, I’m right, there is no God.
- Michael in Nashville calls to wish Evo a happy birthday.
- Enormous from Australia calling from Detroit, taking about some game.
- ??? from Austin looking for new podcasts.
- Paul from Des Moines with the Jack-as-Evo love.
- Sarah from Charleston playing Killer Bunnies!
- Another Ozzie says something about wanting to be at the party.
Sorry about Evo.
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Alvie from nogaymarriage.com
Given that unstable legal climate, it is certain that some self-possessed judge, somewhere, will soon rule that three men and one woman can marry. Or five and two, or four and four. Who will be able to deny them that right? The guarantee is implied, we will be told, by the Constitution. Those who disagree will continue to be seen as hate-mongers and bigots. (Indeed, those charges are already being leveled against those of us who espouse biblical values!) How about group marriage, or marriage between relatives, or marriage between adults and children? How about marriage between a man and his donkey? Anything allegedly linked to “civil rights” will be doable. The legal underpinnings for marriage will have been destroyed.
I know a gay man who married a pile of dirt as an installation art piece.
Pure Genius.
A pile of dirt? that is genius.
Heck, I’d marry my dog, but that doesn’t mean I’d consummate the relationship.
To me, a 50-year-old man marrying an 8-year-old girl is way more obscene than two men or two women of roughly equal age getting married. At least in the latter case, they’d be able to talk about things: “Hey, you remember that last episode of Newhart!” “Oh, yeah! That was classic!” I don’t think you’d see that with my former example.