Just Be Cousins

And by the time you hear it, the first of 2024.

Impromptu and for no reason, a new episode. Joe and Jason, talking $%^& about #$%^& like the #$%^&-heads they are. Is hard work worth it? Is life pain? Is anyone telling you otherwise only selling you something? Are you buying it? Can you buy some for us too? Is it vegan?

What brings a podcast (temporarily) back from the dead? A roast! On this very special JBC, Joe, Daryl, Dan, Shags, Tim, and Laura, ROAST Jason for no other reason than being old as hell. Adding to the gnarly: JASON’S MOM. Yeah, roasted by my own mom. I know.

Racoons, mostly, and a few other things, with Shags in full effect. As usual, I was drunk when we recorded, so I don’t recall every thing we discussed, except for the racoons, and Mormon Bubble Porn, and how much I hate it when people are mean to Ariana Grande.

So this one is not funny. I mean its always funny when two dudes debate race theory on a podcast. We argue in earnest but try to be humble. Try. Told you it wasn’t funny, but that it kinda is.

Sorry for posting this late. Sorry for the lame image. But Shaggs is back and she has a hilarious story about floppin meatses and stoppin’ leases. (Sorry for this lame episode description but hey: Shagggs is back).

Live to hard drive, making up for lost time, a (tallah)ass(ee)-load of flies blastin outta God’s back side, riding rough and ready, slipshod podcasting raining fallen angels and shaving the fur off Lucy like a hallucinating Stefan Busey.

THIS is the one with space coke. And Bob Segar I think. And maybe Taylor Swift? Or was that episode 212? Might have been 215… which we haven’t recorded yet… Jesus I’ve had too many Cherry Dr. Peppers today. Anyways. Enjoy.

Hey there. Sorry for the long pause. Life happens to the JBC crew now and again. This episode was recorded a few weeks ago, but we’re only just now posting it, and if you want to know why, listen to episode 213, which we recorded last week, and still have not posted.

In this episode, we are not at our best, which means we’re better than ever, which means if you don’t like us you love us in this one, and if you love is, you’ll take pity and send chicken soup. Mmm… soup.

We got such a big response from the last Shaggin we gave y’all, here’s more from the archives for you to get all silly with.

In honor of one fine mother, Shaggs, here’s an episode where she’s on fire. Not Katniss fire; we’re talkin’ Lanze inna butane store kinda fire.

We got mad respect for Cosplayers. And Juggalos. There’s an overlap there, if you think about it, but don’t think about it too much. Like not at all. Don’t listen to this episode even. Okay, fine, do. Respect.

Started off talking about ancestry, moved on to the usual. Sorry about that. I think there’s some deep stuff in there too, although “deep” really has different meanings, depending on what kind of hole you’re talking about.

Disney, and porn. That is, Disneyland, and then porn. The sexiness of wholesomeness? No! The wholesomeness of sexiness. See the difference? No? Neither did we. We tried, though. We really tried.

The previous episode was a fake 207. This is the real 207. It’s very throlo. That’s right, we know how to talk the talk. And walk the walk. Shaggs rounds out the party, and there’s much hilarity. Also blood. We don’t hold back.

April Fool’s Day episode. Posting a few days late because we didn’t want to think the podcast was a joke. I mean it is, but only some of you know that. The rest don’t. Not related: if one of our listener has multiple personalities, can we count those as listeners too?

Everybody does it and everybody secretly likes it but no is willing to admit it except for two raunchy 40-somethings. No, not podcasting; we’re talking about farting. Which for us is the same thing.

Our annual St. Patrick’s show where we confuse Irish and Scottish things, complain about stupid spaghetti commercials, and scream at you 52 times, twice, once in leprechaun.

First we talked about peases, then talked about Seuss, then we talked about haggis, but not about puce. Next Shaggs talked about beef tongue, but not for dessert, nor about Idris Elba’s, you little pervert.

First Jason blathered about foil fencing for nine minutes. Then he and Joe and Shaggs talked about foibles. Yes, THE Shaggs. Then I don’t know what. Ice cubes flying out of asses, I guess.

This was supposed be an episode about our foibles but we ended up talking about music for an hour, which we do a lot cause it’s one of our foibles.

Gotta be honest, I don’t recall what we talked about. I think coyotes at one point, and maybe Brad Dourif. Or Brian Dorf? But not Christian Kane, alas.

Our 200th. Our Twice-Centennial. Four Years of @#$%^&* and here’s to forty-four more. Thank you, thank you, thank you to our listener, without whom we… would not bother writing these stupid blurbs.

Hey, we’re gonna record again real soon. To help you get your taint callus back, here’s a blast from the past. Listen and get your ass ready.

While we take a little break, here’s an oldy but a goody. BTW, this might be wrong image to go along with it. If so, let me know by shouting very loudly.

Last episode of the year. Dan and Daryl with Jason and Joe. Going to be honest: lots of fart jokes. After this, reruns while we spend some weeks gettin’ ready for 200. Until then: pfffrrrprpfpweeeeblblbppppttptptptpp.

Better early than never, though? This be the second-to-last episode of the year. Time to party? Not yet? Okay. Danger Lee Daniels and Double Barrel the steam roller Daryl joins us for hijinx. Another episode tomorrow.

Shaggs is back. That’s all I remember about this episode. I’m posting this from a darkened theater, hypnotized by the light of my laptop screen. All I recall is we laughed our anii off.

This episode features the voice(s) of Joe reading the writing(s) of Jason on the subject(s) of zombie(s). It was all Joe’s idea. He’s a damned genius. I love this guy. You should love him too. And you will when you listen to this episode.

Scary clowns are so 2016. Ozzy Osbourne is so 1970. Telling someone you won’t get them an expensive casket is so 2020. This is not our year in review show.

In this episode, the Four Dorksmen of the Thankspocalypse (Joe, Jason, our uncles/dads) mount up to ride down your Meleagris gallopavo and shove it into our own gaping maws, caruncle, snood, wattle and all. Stuff yo self.

If bands were food, which ones would you eat? That’s pretty much all we talked about. Music in general came up but it came up like when you eat too much Wu-Tang Clanberry Sauce.

Was supposed to be a randopisode, but we ended up talking about the toys of our youth. Also we talked about cocoa melon. And slime. And wieners and violence and tits. I mean, of course we did.

Halloween never ends. Thrill in the first half of the episode as Shaggs relates shenanigans that took place outside her domicile. The rest of the episode is about music.

Recorded BEFORE Halloween, posted AFTER. Thus we have All Hallow’s Eve covered on both sides. Our usually gushing (from open wounds) about scary stuff. And there’s a montage!

Random Shaggless episode that starts with five minutes of blather and then goes downhill but then goes back up when we start talking about astronomy no pun intended.

Do you know how many cool people died in the 2010s? Way too damn many. In this episode, we mention them. Man, f*** the 2010s.

Let’s talk about poetry. Let’s just admit that some of us don’t get it. Let’s talk about how cold, dark, and alone that makes us feel, as we gyre and gimble in the wabe.

We did the eighties. Then the nineties. Now the naughties. I mean aughties. Like you aught to listen to this episode because Shaggs is on it and we talk about which celebrities we’d eat. Are you not entertained?

On this episode we play Marry F*ck Kill with icons from the 90s. Shaggs is with us once again to reminisce about a decade that only happened so we could make fun of it.

Rando episode where we mostly talk about Ted talks. About how comedy is the best way to learn. You listen to this podcast, you laugh, you learn not to listen to our podcast. Q.E.D.

On this episode we look back at the 80s. Fun-Time Shaggs joins us, talkin’ ’bout Lipps Inc, Til Tuesday, Moonboots, and the Goonies. Actually, we only mention one of those. Guess which one. Then relax. Don’t do it.

We really get into on this episode. Topical. Not sure how we got there but we did and the world hasn’t changed a bit since and that’s podcasting for you.

No idea what we talk about on this. We invent a religious philosophy form of psychotherapy based on an inverted solotheocynicsm. Or something. And snot. And bears vs gorillas. Muchos ass-hattericaliness.

Newdad Joe and oldad Jason got up at 5 am to bring you this episode about dadhood, which involves a lot of poop. Also we talk about: the Stranger, the Spectre, the Spectator, the Spectaparrotator, and W.A.P.

Doopsie Woodle! JBC is on a short corporate retreat as we hunt down a dictionary to learn what the hell “pointless” means. Until then, here’s some ast-blays from the ast-pays.

Woopsie doodle! JBC is on a short sabbatical as we hunt down a dictionary to learn what the hell “sabbatical” means. Until then, here’s some bliz-asts from the pizz-asts.

Woopsie doodle! JBC is on a short hiatus as we hunt down a dictionary to learn what the hell “hiatus” means. Until then, here’s some blasts from the pasts.

Notes show, meaning we jotted down random thoughts and then talked about them. More self indulgent than usual, in that regard. Friggin’ hoarders. Orwellian beavers. This episode is assiseven.

As the guy in that play said, words words words. Did you know Shakespeare made fart jokes? So we’re basically Shakespeare. From the top of our glabellas to the end of our minimuses.