A show about parenting with a Scottish name by two very not Scottish people.
Parties politics and British farce C O L L I D E
Second part of the two-parter pilot. Celestia does her own Gulf of Tonkin, and we discuss if Rarity is a Northern abolitionist moderate?? Music by Swagberg.
The dawn of a new age. Music by Swagberg.
Don't live with your parents longer than you should
We watch Corky Ramano for a change of pace
Banging with Jesus.....or not????
Peter does a bad thing and becomes a faith leader
Some ladies will not be getting their bonus this fiscal year
Things get sad and ladies get mad
Peter is a narc who hates birds
just leave the poor old man alone
Your hosts lube up a hot dog cat....of content!
I'm tired of these mother-huggin babies on this mother-huggin plane
Oh shit are we still parents? Better talk about our kid.
Taylor Swift should date more
I berate two of my friends on being too handsome/kissable.
Being late to a party is better than not showing up at all, right?
People on a beach share their problems; Blake has conflicts.
We get a friend and the ride of a friend to talk about dumb boys and their dumb butts with us.
We take a time machine trip to a time before time was time. Time.
We're late but we have a good reason. Uhhhh....whatever.
Luke gets ownnnnned lol get wrecked son
Hannah meets some families and it is awk and heck gurlfren. Also a fake Christian male experiences no consequences for his wickedness. How novel!
Everybody is a type of cured meat in this episode. We get into it with Cathy Coppin, who made our dope show logo.
We get naked and push our no-no squares together on this episode. Just listen for the meowing sound. That's the squares smooshing. Smoosh.
Holy shit just send him home already put us out of our misery. Plus: I make up a new anthem for the country of Latvia.
We see some dongs and exhaust ourselves talking about a guy you would fully avoid eye-contact if you saw him on the sidewalk outside a bar, even if he was just minding his own business. We're back!
A big lump of beef starts some beef. I make my child weep. We get into it.
We were on vacation so this is late, sorry teacher my dog ate my homework leave me alone you're not my real dad
Another week, another swarm of dong trying to suffocate our Hawnna in love. Also stay tuned to hear me burn my wife so bad it settles once and for all whether I am a good person or not (I am not).
The shitshow begins, some guy gets straight murked by two women in a van, and the guitar guy from Animal House is a frontrunner. God bless reality television. Watch Chris Harrison hardcore mack on my wife here. Fuck Alabama, fuck Georgia, praise Tecumsuh Sherman and U.S. Grant, may their work never end.
The Bachelorette is starting again, which means another crop of goobers to sort through. We sort through their crapulence. Happy Birthday Aleesha!
what would you do if your son was at home, cryin alone on the bedroom floor cuz he's hungry? We find out. You can find The Incredible Years here. You can watch our daughter being a dork here.
On this episode we look at parenting styles! Mine is skateboarding and extreme sports style. Discussed: https://www.psychologytoday.com/ca/blog/insight-therapy/201802/the-spanking-debate-is-over
We try talking about feeding babies and instead talk about everything, but also feeding solids to babies. We're the best at this tbh. Here is our kid eating and being adorable. The article that is good and Aleesha talked about near the end.
How to have kids with pets, or pets with kids, or kids and pets with potato gratin and a nice jus.
Oh my god it's over. It's finally over. ;_;
Our friend Cathy comes by to watch Chris Harrison go Manhunter on Colton and for the wheels to come off the whole franchise. Find Cathy and her wonderful art on Instagram.
The women tell all, but does All need telling? Well, they got told regardless.
Our friend Victoria stops in to help us dissect the dumbest most hilarious two hours of television I've ever seen. JUMP THE FENCE, COCO!
How dare you suggest I have ADHD. We count down our favourite baby hacks, including that baby I saw just doing George Carlin bits in Istanbul.
Hometowns is here! Hometowns is here! The end is near! Let's have a beer! Hometowns is here! Which way will he steer? Let's get into gear! Let's gawk and let's leer! And so on.
DRAMZ! Listen to the dramz. Kick up the dramz. Drink a dramz of scotch. If your computer doesn't start try clearing the DRAM. It's Bachelor season and everybody's fishing for some beefcake.
I would trade my salary for Jellicat product. Just hook it to my veins. Anyone who is in a position of authority to decide an article of baby clothing gets snaps instead of zips is a goddamn war criminal.