...But What Do I Know

In this week's episode Trevor talks about Instagram girls, dumb things like telescopes and bad tattoos but also country singer Troy McIntyre stops by for a visit.

In this episode Trevor talks about buying toilet paper at 11 pm, putting cement in people's butts and Alien Covenant with heavy spoilers but really who cares that movie sucked anyway.

It's the day after the 4th of July and for some reason Trevor doesn't seem to notice, but instead chooses talk about the necessity for laugh tracks in comedy and the majesty of the Shit Gobbling Turd Fish.

Can you tell how evil someone is by their hair cut? Of course you can. Dump trucks full of money and why you shouldn't take life advice from Andrew W.K. or should you?

Side show circus of an entertainment industry, flower men, and the real reason why we all want Joe Biden to run in 2020, oh and uhhhh that healthcare thing.

:I'm back. You're back. We're all back. I explain my break from doing the podcast and talk about comedy shows, SLO coffee house/art room/bar/burlesque street performance showrooms and the mayhem involved therein.

Comic con trailers, Ghostbusters hype, and Caitlyn and The Phantom Under the Table Hollywood Handjobs (cool band name alert)

Veterans that are afraid of fireworks, flags that aren't real flags, Ghana is still repping the podcast.

Rambley bambley today. Uhhh, yeah, I know, whatever. That's a list of things I say too much in this episode. Talkin bout issues. Tithing, hooray for equality, and other such business.

This week I make my case for why my hometown should be considered one of the levels of hell, I talk about not having kids, dick jokes as a business model and some other things.

Radio voices, Hillary, San Francisco, weird jogging. I don't know what the crackling noise is either... WARNING: Keep the volume low until after the radio voice bit (I may have gotten carried away)