A weekly conversation between creative knobs Jacob Tender and Mike Comite.
Hey, Peter Parker. You got something for me?
The last contagious victim of this plague between us.
Justice delivered without dispassion is always in danger of not being justice.
Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass.
You are one mysterious asshole, buddy!
People should just buy a CD and rip it.
I'd piss on a spark plug if I thought it would do any good.
Mr. Podcaster, who looks for a spark in the ashes of a dead world.
Obviously you don't know much about adventures.
Served with a side of hot au jus dip.
It's a one-year membership in the "Jelly Of The Month" club.
"It's the warmest place on your body, Mike."
Who will be the next rubber band person?
Math will be there when the snow melts
I'll try my best to make everything succeed
Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
Over there in that creek bed I found a couple of Shoshoni arrowheads.
The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man’s.
Each of us off on our own in the dark scavenging.
This doesn't happen in America. Maybe Ohio, but not America
All the candy corn that was ever made was made in 1911.
Work is hard. Distractions are plentiful. And time is short.
Everybody needs a little time away.
Sponsored by the gasoline producers of America.
Electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house.
Introducing Podchasm, a weekly disaster by Jacob Tender and Mike Comite.