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Discovered sometime prior to 1952 in the Florida Mountains of Southwestern New Mexico, the “Last Stand Note” - written on a piece of tobacco paper and stuffed inside an empty shell case - reads as follows: This is our last shell and about 10 Indians left so our chances look slim, but we are going to take a chance. Yours truly, Wm Bonney. Did Billy the Kid REALLY write this note? Did he ever have any close encounters with the Apache? Find out all of this and more on this newest episode of the Wild West Extravaganza! Check out my website! https://www.wildwestextra.com/ Contact me! https://www.wildwestextra.com/contact/ Billy the Kid and the Apaches – True West Magazine https://truewestmagazine.com/article/billy-the-kid-and-the-apaches/ The Last Stand Note https://www.oldwestevents.com/highlights/2019/1/18/last-stand-note-on-cigarette-paper-signed-wm-bonney Cooke's Canyon https://www.desertusa.com/desert-new-mexico/cookes-canyon.html

There are two sides to Billy. There's Billy, who just wants to do the right thing. And then there's the criminal lurking from within. So which way did he go? Did Billy end up becoming a criminal? Or did he choose to be the good guy in his own story? Well, he decided to do both. So lean back, relax, and grab your adult beverage of choice. Because today we're going to spend the next half hour or so chatting with Billy the Liquor Guy. If you've listened to this show long enough, you know I go to great lengths to fact-check my episodes. But today is different because it's tough to corroborate Billy's stories. And that's okay. One of my favorite movies is Big Fish with Ewan McGregor. It's about a man who lived an extraordinary life. In the end, it turned out that most of his tall tales were true--but just a little skewed due to time. And that's how I feel about Billy. Some of these stories are too incredible to be real. But they might be. He's always wrestled between being the good guy and the bad guy. And in the end, managed to be both a criminal and a cop.           Story idea? If you have a story to share, email Javier at info [at] pretendradio [dot] org. For more episodes like this visit pretendradio.org. To get early releases and bonus episodes go to pretendradio.org/donate Today's episode was written and edited by Javier Leiva Featured promo for Missing Persons and DNA:ID podcast Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

"Git 'er done, man. Git 'er done!" Did Billy spark the international phenomenon that is Larry the Cable Guy? We aim to find out. Tiffanie Ignacio joins us this week to talk about one of her favorite movies, Carrie! We discuss all things bloody and beautiful in the film and Brandon reveals how he stays so clean. Before the movie we all ate a delicious bowl of Dinuguan to memorialize the death of the piggy murdered at the hands of John Travolta.

Never Fear Part ThreeWe decided we should try to get some sleep, even though we knew it was going to be elusive. We hadn’t a clue how to protect ourselves, so we had to be satisfied with barricading my bedroom door with my desk and bookcase. Once we had done that, I rolled out my sleeping bag on the floor, and let Alice take the bed. We laid there in silence for what felt like hours. Each of us knew the other was still awake, but we didn’t speak. Eventually, sleep swept us away.When we awoke late the next morning, I threw open the curtains, happy to let the sunlight wash over my room. It seemed to have a cleansing effect, pushing the events of the night before away.We weren’t sure how to get ahold of Leah Phillips, but we figured that someone at the police station might know how to contact her. Knowing that driving a car illegally to a police station was a terrible idea, we decided to walk there. It was only about one and a half miles from my house.The officer at the front desk was immediately apprehensive when we approached. “What’s up, guys?” He asked.“Um…” I looked from the officer, to Alice, then back. “We’re looking to talk to Officer Leah Phillips.”         The officer frowned. “Lieutenant Leah Phillips, you mean.”Alice spoke this time. “Yeah, is she still here?”“Still here as in not retired?” The officer asked. “Yeah, believe it or not, she’s still kicking around. Longest tenure on the force by far. Most cops retire once their pension kicks in, but not her.” He tapped his pen, thinking. “You know, normally she wouldn’t be here on a Saturday, but I think I actually saw her this morning. What do you need her for?”I shared another glance with Alice, then said, “We just want to talk to her.”The officer stared at us for a long moment, then clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth a couple of times. “Alrighty,” he said. “Let me see if she’s available.”He disappeared down the hall, and returned a couple minutes later. He waved for us to follow him.My mind raced as the officer led us down the hall. I never expected her to actually be here. I thought the most we could hope for was that someone had an address or a phone number for her. What were we going to ask her? Hey, remember this case from decades ago? Yeah, we were thinking maybe an evil monster was responsible. Your thoughts?Lieutenant Phillips stood up as we approached. She gave the other officer a nod, and he left. There were piles of papers and manuals and other junk on Phillips’ desk which varied in height. The stacks looked like little skyscrapers on the tiny metropolis of her desk. There wasn’t a single section of brown desk space that was uncovered. And yet, it all looked meticulously organized. The stacks were level, and even, and there were pens and pencils and staplers all within her reach, tucked neatly into corners here and there. I got the impression she could find anything she wanted even with a blindfold on.“How can I help you kids,” She asked in a gruff voice.I was startled by the question, as I had been intently studying her appearance. She was older than any police officer I had ever seen. My first thought was that she looked like she should be playing the organ in a church somewhere, not here doing… I realized in that moment I didn’t really know much about what police Lieutenants did.“Uh…” I stammered. “We wanted to talk to you about a case you worked on from a long time ago.”She blinked, but didn’t stop me.“Well, actually, several cases. The disappearances and murder that happened in the forest just outside town,” I said.Phillips’ tensed her face at this, dropping her eyes to scrutinize one of the piles on her desk. “What about them?”I looked at Alice, not sure how to continue. She took over. “Was there anything weird about them?”The lieutenant sat back in her chair, and breathed deeply through her nose, shifting her gaze between the two of us. Then she picked up a cup of coffee from a stack of manila folders, revealing a ring that would make my mother shiver. She took a heavy sip before she continued. “Have you two seen something?” She asked. Her expression and tone were casual, but the pace of her speech was slower now, and she carefully enunciated each word.I wasn’t sure how to best answer the question, so I just said. “We’ve definitely seen something.”Her next question came with a little more force. “Have you done something?”Alice gave a measured response to this one. “We haven’t done anything… bad.”Phillips leaned forward again, appearing somewhat relieved by this answer, and placed her coffee cup back on its stack of files. “Why don’t you start from the beginning.”I told Phillips about the messages I had received which had set everything in motion, then Alice and I traded off describing the sequence of events up until now. Except to ask a clarifying question now and again, she let us tell the story uninterrupted. She didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow throughout the whole thing, not even at the most outrageous details.When we were satisfied we had conveyed all the relevant details, I told her that was all we knew. She nodded at this, and sat back in her chair in apparent contemplation.I couldn’t handle the suspense anymore. “So? Do you think we’re crazy, or what?”“No,” She said, with a frown. She looked around the room, then said “I don’t.”“Well I… That’s good,” I said, a little surprised. “So what do we do?”“Who sent you Evan’s audio?” Phillips asked, ignoring my question.“Like I said, it was anonymous. Here, I’ll show you.” I pulled up the message on my phone, and she pulled out her reading glasses.“Do you know him?” Asked Alice. “Do you know where Evan is now?”“You must not have listened to all of the files,” She said. “I know him; he interviewed me for his whatever-it’s-called. As for where he is.” She scanned her desk, pulling a file out of one of the stacks. She held it up for us to see. The name on the folder’s tab read Evan Sampson, and printed on the side of the folder in large letters were the words Missing Person.“Holy shit,” Alice said.“Watch you’re language, young lady,” Phillips said, but her rebuke was half-hearted, and she wasn’t looking at Alice. She flipped through the few pages the report held, stopping on a page about halfway through. I noticed the page was a printout of Evan’s website. I recognized the symbol in the top left, the Egyptian eye inside of a pentagram which I had taken note of when I had pulled up the site myself.Phillips’ eyes were on the file, which now sat open on her desk. She took another deep breath through her nose, she then handed me a sticky note “Write your address down on this. I have some work to do here, but there are things I’d rather discuss with you two in private. Go home, and I’ll come pick you up in a few hours.” She looked to be considering something for a second, then asked, “Could you also give me your login information for the website where you received the messages?” I nodded to her, and wrote it down next to my address on the sticky note.It was about noon, and the sun was high in the sky as we walked back to my house. She had told us it would be hours before she came for us, so we were surprised when Lieutenant Phillips rolled into my driveway in an unmarked police car just as we were getting back. We obeyed when she instructed us to hop in the backseat.“We’re gonna head to my place,” She said. When I asked why she had come so quickly, she answered, “Well, there’s only one copy of Evan Sampson’s audio files. They were on his laptop.” She looked at us in her rear-view mirror before continuing. “The laptop was in our evidence locker along with his other belongings we recovered from his hotel room after he was reported missing. After you two left, I went to check on the laptop.”Alice shifted in her seat. “And?”“It’s gone. And not just the laptop, it’s all gone.”I stammered, “Who would… how could someone…”Phillips cut me off. “I dunno, kid. It’s possible it was just moved, or lost, but that seems unlikely.”We rolled onto the cracked concrete of Phillips’ driveway, parking in the carport of a shabby rambler after a few minutes of driving. Grass and seeded dandelions grew unchecked in her shallow front lawn, and a cat could be seen scurrying away with what looked like a dead mouse in its mouth as we walked to her front door. The house itself was squat, covered in siding from which a scarlet paint was flaking. I looked up to see there were several spots on the roof where shingles were missing in action, and plywood shone through in one place.Inside, Phillips’ house was organized similar to her desk at work. There were piles of boxes and papers and folders covering up almost all of the brown and red carpet of the living room. Also like her desk, even though she was most certainly a hoarder, it all had a definite sense of organization. I shared a wide-eyed glance with Alice behind Phillips’ back, and we each silently wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. We followed her into the kitchen, and she cleared off the round dinner table. She put two glasses of lemonade on the table for us, and a bottle of beer for herself. Even though it was only the afternoon, the kitchen was somewhat dark, as the only window in the kitchen was covered with a thick, gray curtain, and the kitchen light only had one working bulb that emitted a dull glow.After a few gulps of her Budweiser, Phillips let out an ahhh, and said, “Well, where to begin?” Alice and I just shrugged, so she asked, “So, you seen it?”I looked to Alice, then back to Phillips, and nodded.Phillips coughed up a mirthless laugh. “Do you understand what it does?”Alice answered this, “We think so. It convinces angry kids to… you know.”Phillips nodded, raising her eyebrows, but didn’t say anything, so I asked, “What is it, Officer?... I mean lieutenant, sorry.”“Call me Leah, son,” she answered. “And I don’t know. I helped Evan with his research, lord, it was nice to have someone around who didn’t think I was crazy. Anyway, he had a theory; it was far-fetched, but…”“What did he think it was?” I asked.“You still have his audio files, right?” She asked. When I nodded, she said, “It’s on there. I’ll show you in a minute. Go ahead and pull up the audio.” She paused. “But first, I all but asked you this back at the station, but… you two didn’t let this thing inside your minds, right? You didn’t choose to pay its price.” We both shook our heads. “That’s good. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to track down all the kids who did choose to pay its price. Most of them, when they turned eighteen, took whatever money they inherited from their parents and disappeared, so I wasn’t able to track down many of them. But of the ones I did find, only one didn’t appear to regret what they did.”“Who was that?” I asked her.Phillips frowned, and shook her head. “Billy Stevenson. Remember the first case Evan covered, Diane and Victor Stevenson?”I narrowed my eyes in thought. “I remember, but didn’t Evan say they had twin grandchildren?”Phillips nodded. “Yep, Billy’s twin sister Ophelia died under… suspicious circumstances just after Diane and Victor. Billy was suspected to have killed her for her share of their parents’ life insurance, but there wasn’t enough evidence to convict him on this.”“Did Billy kill her, or was it the…” Alice began,Phillips said, “No, or at least Evan didn’t think so.” She stood up, and left the kitchen, reappearing with a small boombox. She sat it on the table and handed me an auxiliary cable to plug into my phone. She instructed me to play the fifth audio file, and skip to the three-minute mark.It was strange to hear Evan’s voice now after everything we had learned. When we found the spot Phillips wanted us to listen to, I hit the pause button. “Before we hear it,” I said. “Can I ask, did you find out what happened to Evan?”Phillips’ face became stone. She looked sideways at the now-empty beer bottle in her hand, and said, “Never found a trace.” She chuckled, and a wry smile tugged momentarily at the corner of her mouth. “A shame, he was such a smart kid. Real full of life. Like I said, it was nice havin’ somebody who didn’t think I was nuts to look at everything with a fresh pair of eyes, but…” She trailed off, and tossed her bottle onto the overflowing trash can a few feet away. I nodded, understanding, and I thought I could see a tear forming in the corner of her eye before she swept it away.I could see that she didn’t have any more to say on the issue, so I went ahead and hit play on my phone. Evan’s voice came over the boombox’s speakers once again.“I think I’ve had a breakthrough on the origin of the creature I’ve been hunting. There’s an older gentleman who works at the local library here. He’s been helping me go through the newspapers archived on microfilm. He was curious as to what I was researching, so I told him I was looking into the claims about their town’s haunted forest. With most people, their reaction is pretty typical when I tell them this, they write me off as a crackpot, but not good ol’ Mr. Williamson. He happens to be a fellow paranormal enthusiast, and very informed about his hometown’s local legend’s.When I asked him what he knew about the claims that the forest was inhabited by some kind of otherworldly being, his eyes lit up. There were other people asking to be attended to, but he let me know he had a story I would be very interested in, and that he would tell me once the library was closed. It was already late, and I knew the library would be closing soon, so I agreed to wait.When Mr. Williamson had finished closing things up, and the other library employees had gone, he seated himself at the table where I still had various articles and books spread out. Most of the lights had been shut down when everyone else left except the reading lamps at the tables where we sat. There, in the parchment-yellow light, the librarian told me the cautionary tale of Samuel Higgins.According to the legend, as Mr. Williamson tells it, Samuel Higgins came to inhabit the town sometime in the mid-to-late eighteen hundreds. He was the son of Irish immigrants who had chosen to move to a more rural area to escape the anti-immigrant sentiments of the bigger cities. Samuel’s father purchased a small farm, and after a while, also opened up a store in town. Being a hard-working farmer, and a savvy businessman, Samuel’s father found success, becoming one of the town’s most well-to-do citizens. Here’s Mr. Williamson telling the story in his own words:”After a few seconds of silence, there was a subtle change in the audio. An older man’s voice could now be heard, presumably Mr. Williamson. I had been to this library many times, and I knew the librarian. He was a silver-haired, thin man, who always wore the same decayed old gray sweater, which seemed to hang too heavily off his matchstick bones. I closed my eyes and tried to see the scene in my mind’s eye. I saw the cavernous ceiling that I knew arched up above the reading tables. I imagined Evan and the librarian hunched over the pile of books and old newspaper articles. Mr. Williamson spoke with a loud tenor in a way that reminded me of how my old U.S. history teacher spoke when the curriculum veered into territory he found interesting. His voice echoed off of the ancient walls of the library.After a brief preamble, the old man said, “Mrs. Higgins, Samuel’s mother, had long believed she was infertile, as, after about ten years of marriage, she had never conceived. According to the town gossip, this fact was agreeable to her. She enjoyed her wealth and status, and the idea of raising a child was something she thought would get in the way of their lifestyle. Because of this, she was shocked when it came to her attention that she was with child. She had no desire to give birth, but, of course, at the time abortion wasn’t an option. The unwanted child was born, and given the name Samuel Higgins. In some versions of the story, it’s said that while Samuel’s mother was in labor, one of the nurses in the hospital knocked a pair of very sharp scissors to the floor, cutting her foot. Samuel’s mother, having come from a superstitious Irish family, saw this as a bad omen.Over the years, Samuel grew into an unruly child. He had a father who was perpetually absent due to his work, and a mother who resented his very existence. Understandably, having grown up in such a cold environment, Samuel became quite cold himself. Though largely ignored as a child, having been raised in wealth, he saw himself as better and more intelligent than the other children, a fact he repeatedly reminded them of. Samuel’s parents frequently left him in the care of other townspeople, who observed that Samuel could be mean and manipulative when playing with their children.The town put up with Samuel’s antics over the years because of his old man’s influence. But a feud with his schoolteacher when Samuel was about thirteen is what really brought things to a tipping point. His teacher, a Ms. Harriet Hampton, had complained to Samuel’s parents many times about his disruptive and disrespectful classroom conduct. He was regularly disciplined, with no change in behavior. Well, as the legend goes, one day, Samuel made one disruption too many. While the teacher’s back was turned, Samuel pulled a stone from his pocket and tossed it at her. She turned just as the rock left Samuel’s fingers, and it hit her right in the eye. Well, Ms. Hampton just…” The snap of Mr. Williamson’s fingers coming through the speakers was loud, causing me to jump a little. My now-empty glass of lemonade rattled on the table.Mr. Williamson continued in most cinematic voice, “At the end of her rope, the teacher grabbed a thick meter-stick from beside her desk at the front of the room, and stood before the boy, screeching for him to put his hands on his desk, and ignoring his frantic attempts to apologize. The teacher had never been known to use corporal punishment, so the class froze in mesmerized shock and watched as the woman raised the stick high in the air and brought it down on the boy’s knuckles with a loud smack. She brought the ruler down again and again each time with more force. Once his knuckles bled from the teacher’s repeated strikes, Samuel hid his hands under the desk, and refused to take them out again against the teacher’s orders. When it became clear the boy wasn’t going to obey, she slapped him across the face instead.Not satisfied she had gotten her point across, Ms. Hampton then took the boy to the front of the room, where he was instructed to write on the chalkboard repeatedly the phrase, ‘I cried like a maid when Ms. Hampton tapped my knuckles with her ruler,’ while the rest of the class watched in a silence so thick you could have sliced it up like a stick of cold butter. The remainder of the day was spent in this manner, with Ms. Hampton watching from the back of the room. Samuel, who was keeping an eye on the clock, fled the classroom the second it struck three. Ms. Hampton didn’t try to stop him. Samuel ran straight home and told his mother and father what had happened. Ms. Hampton arrived at the house not long after, and Samuel was asked to leave the room as they spoke. He was sure his parents would take his side after the obscene treatment he had received at the hands of the sadistic teacher. Ms. Hampton walked past Samuel without looking at him on her way out. Once she was gone, His mother and father sat him down at the kitchen table. To his horror, rather than offering their sympathy to the distraught child, his parents proceeded to tell him how angry and humiliated they were. Samuel was ordered to his room, where he spent the rest of the night.” Mr. Williamson paused here for dramatic effect, then said, “Well, it’s said that Samuel stewed in his hatred and anger well into the night. The door of his bedroom was locked, so he climbed out of his second story window down to the kitchen, where he grabbed his father’s butcher knife. He then snuck into his parents’ room and used this knife to…” The librarian paused here again. “…slaughter his parents in their sleep. The story goes that his father didn’t wake up, never realized he was about to die, but Samuel’s mother was woken up by the sound of her husband being killed. Before Samuel was able to kill her too, she recited an old Irish curse on her son. Roughly translated, it’s supposed to mean something like ‘May you live forever, and be as happy as you made those around you.’”Mr. Williamson cleared his throat before continuing. “Samuel buried the bodies somewhere on the farm – they were never found – and cleaned up the blood in the house, hoping to claim they disappeared. Well of course Ms. Hampton raised suspicion with the local sheriff. There was no real trial, as Samuel had cleaned up most of the evidence of the crime. The town wasn’t satisfied, however. A few weeks after his parents’ murder, a good ol’ fashioned torch-and-pitchforks mob showed up at the home of Samuel Higgins.Samuel was dragged into the forest, the one you are interested in, Evan, where he was hanged. His body was tied to a rock, and thrown out into a large pond. From there on, the pond was known to be haunted by the unrepentant spirit of Samuel Higgins.”The audio continued now with Evan debriefing what we’d just heard. But I was no longer listening. I had become aware of a white face watching me from the living room.

I am so delighted to be able to talk to the lovely Yuriko Byers, the wife of the late great arranger, composer, trombonist and musician Billy Byers. In a career that spanned over a 100 movies, dozens of Broadway shows and arrangements for hundreds of TV shows, Byers is regarded as one of the greatest arrangers in music history. He's worked with the biggest names in music such as Quincy Jones, Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Sarah Vaughan, Diana Ross, Count Basie, and really, too many to count. Perhaps even more impressive, is the legacy he's left outside of the entertainment industry, with a stellar reputation as a good person, a wonderful loving family and many friends. ----- 1:14 How much work did Billy Byers approximately ghostwrite? 2:50 Did Billy have to give up the piano in his youth because of early onset arthritis? 3:25 Writing in pen because it was easier on his arthritis 3:55 The Byers family 4:08 When did you meet Billy? 4:28 Are you a musician yourself? Is that how you met Billy? 5:20 Was Billy a down to earth type of person? 5:50 Who were Billy's musical heroes and inspirations growing up? 6:46 Did he have a mentor or was he self taught? 7:45 Was it true that Billy's father didn't want him to do music? 8:12 Was the trombone his main instrument? 8:23 What was his history like before you were married? 9:57 Did you meet Billy in Vegas? 11:18 What were you studying in college? 11:36 Did you get married after that? 11:52 How many years were you married to Billy? 12:10 34 years of marriage 12:27 What was your family plan once you got married? 13:24 Why was it rough in New York at the time? 14:19 Was that the 70s or lates 60s? 15:26 Did he practice at home a lot? 15:44 Did he ever express any regret that he had arthritis? 16:32 Did he have perfect pitch? 16:47 In what way was perfect pitch not a blessing for him? 17:08 Writing music on a plane with no instruments 17:19 Was he a fast writer or did he take his time with it? 18:00 Did he have a schedule for writing, in the morning or night? 18:54 Was he a mentor to younger musicians? 19:19 On teaching Paul Newman to play the trombone for Paris Blues 20:07 Talking about Billy's contributions to the movie The Sting 21:10 Johnny Mandel's friendship with Billy 22:57 Who were Billy's best friends in music? 25:20 Was he friends with Nelson Riddle? 25:36 On always being busy but still having time for family 26:20 Did he experience racism for being a white musician in jazz? 28:59 Dizzy Gillespie not caring about race 29:48 On recording two albums with Frank Zappa 30:43 Talking about Billy's work in Broadway 33:32 Being a music director for big television specials 34:36 Going from Broadway to a Classical Orchestra 35:44 Did he go to all these award nomination ceremonies? 37:21 Talking about Joseph Curiale 38:28 Did Joseph Curiale meet Billy? 38:48 Talking about Sammy Nestico's relationship with Billy 40:19 What did Count Basie think of Billy? 41:05 Working with Frank Sinatra? 42:07 What did Quincy Jones think of Billy? 42:29 On Quincy and Billy's close friendship 42:45 Did Billy have an album or show that he did that he really found special 43:38 What were Billy's favorite things to do in music? 45:51 How did he approach music with his kids? 47:42 On their successful family unit 48:38 What would be some good albums to check out to hear Billy at his best? 50:31 Did he have music that he personally enjoyed listening to? 52:12 Talking about Robert Farnon 52:33 Talking about Yuriko's Yoga teaching career 55:04 More on the great example of the Byers family 57:17 Wrapping Up

Join us as we discuss Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 6, episode 6, "All the Way" and Angel season 3, episode 6, "Billy." Superfans: Karen and Maj Newbies: Ariana and Brittany Fun Facts: Karen is back home from New York and getting into the swing of things. We missed her! Ariana is back home for Father's Day and her mom's birthday so she is once again recording in her car! Maj's mom's birthday is always on Norway's Father's Day. Brittany is also combining celebrations, but in more fun fact fashion she went to Texas and had to defend her Buffy hate and Angel love. Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 6, episode 6, "All the Way": -Synopsis -Anya and Xander are finally sharing their news -- and everyone is... reacting -Buffy wants to party and Giles offers a comforting shoulder -Spike and Buffy - awkward encounters lead to flirty, flirty looks -Willow is getting out of control with her magic -Are we seeing Tara regress in her interactions with Willow? -Complications are coming -Dawn is living a teenage dream and wants to run away and not ever look back -What is it with the Summers girls and vampires? -It's an arrow, guys -Teenage boys are the villain, no clowns in sight -Did Giles inadvertently give Buffy the green light to stop parenting by offering her money? -Dawn will continue to teen -Favorite Scenes -Favorite Lines Angel season 3, episode 6, "Billy": -Synopsis -Let's discuss the heaviness of this episode -Cordelia is finally preparing for battle! And remember she could fight Angel... -Wes and Fred, is there something there? -Does Wes have a type? Cordelia and Fred do have some similarities -The Kennedys are all over this episode -Billy's family is very complacent in all of this - don't touch him and all will be fine -Lilah's makeup shows how gruesome that fight was -Proper punishment? -This is the 50th episode! Joss wrote the Lilah and Cordelia scene. Are we surprised? -"Cordelia at her worst was still trying to save people" -Wesley - UGH -Fred, what a champ -Could Cordelia could have saved herself? -Is it disappointing that Angel didn't turn? -Did Billy put something inside of his victims or bring something out? -Favorite Scenes -Favorite Lines Listener Feedback: -Gilmore Girls does not seem so long now... Brittany's Brainstorms/Ariana's Assumptions: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 6, episode 7, "Once More With Feeling" –Angel season 3, episode 7, "Offspring" Contact us! Email: rewatchable.podcast@gmail.com Twitter: @Re_Watchable Tumblr: ReWatchablePodcast.Tumblr.com Or in the comments below. Please rate and review us on iTunes!

Can 4 friends travel through 5 countries on two continents to get 10 major music artists to appear on a tribute album to 1 unknown songwriter? That is the question we'll have answered with today’s Book Club reading, A Far Cry From Sunset. The unknown songwriter is our book’s author, Billy Franks. The first chapter has Billy admitting that he is a man whose dreams didn’t come true. The later chapters describe a verbal altercation with singer Bryan Adams and everything in between offers a cross between science fiction, suspense and comedy relief. Did Billy and his friends achieve their goal or did they realize unexpected dreams? Tune in to hear the answer to this question and others like: When did Billy's lifelong friendship with Prince Harry begin? Did Billy and friends actually steal from Led Zeppelin? What was the biggest lesson he learned while traveling around the world?

AJ Marechal asks the important questions. How is porn desensitizing our sex lives? Can erotica make a comeback? Does longing for a man not make her independent? Did Billy ever have a chance with her? I loved having my good friend AJ on the podcast! PLUS: sexuality, "good sex", pleasure, feminist blowjobs, platonic friendships, embarrasing college stories, NYU, inspirational quotes, and being "the Hot Chick"! SAVE THE DATE: June 6 is Manwhore Monday! Give a 5-star iTunes rating & share the show on Facebook! Check out AJ on the Interwebnets: Twitter: @ajmarechal Tumblr: ajmarechal.tumblr.com Instagram: @ajmarechal Come to What The Float May 20-21! www.WhatTheFlo.at! Support me and sex-positive conversations by donating to The Manwhore Podcast. Make your pledge today by visiting my Patreon page! This week's episode is sponsored by dime bags. When you want to trick your brother into thinking you can shrink things with your mind, there are dime bags. Email your comments, questions, and boobies to manwhorepod@gmail.com. www.ManwhorePod.com

Are steak fries the worst type of fries? Did Billy get a lap dance in San Francisco? And what the hell are Bitcoins? All answers revealed in Episode 009. Billy goes over his solo trip to San Francisco, and Tim makes a vow to not have a drop of booze until May. Bill & Tim also want you check out DirtyOldBar.com which is an awesome web series based in S.F. We also broadcast our first on-site interview with our great pals The Coalition, well the guy on the sax at least.

Ash returns to run through I, Eye Guy with us. On this episode: We dive into the listener mail bag! We meet Willy the Mini-Billy! Is Angel Grove a breeding ground of super geniuses? Did Billy invent a machine that makes cool noises when he performs secret handshakes? Mat talks about some stuff from last episode because he's a maverick who doesn't play by your rules. Ashlee calls Alpha 5 'a pretty rubbish robot'. No-one really defends him. …poor Alpha 5. AND SO MUCH MORE!!

Ash returns to run through I, Eye Guy with us. On this episode: We dive into the listener mail bag! We meet Willy the Mini-Billy! Is Angel Grove a breeding ground of super geniuses? Did Billy invent a machine that makes cool noises when he performs secret handshakes? Mat talks about some stuff from last episode because he's a maverick who doesn't play by your rules. Ashlee calls Alpha 5 'a pretty rubbish robot'. No-one really defends him. …poor Alpha 5. AND SO MUCH MORE!!

Can 4 friends travel through 5 countries on two continents to get 10 major music artists to appear on a tribute album to 1 unknown songwriter?  That is the question we'll  have answered with today’s Book Club reading, A Far Cry From Sunset. The unknown songwriter is our book’s author, Billy Franks. The first chapter has Billy admitting that he is a man whose dreams didn’t come true. The latter chapters describe a verbal altercation with singer Bryan Adams and everything in between offers a cross between science fiction, suspense and comedy relief.  Did Billy and his friends achieve their goal or realize new unexpected dreams?  Tune in to hear the answer to this question and others: When did Billy's lifelong friendship with Prince Harry begin?  Did Billy's dreams come true? What was the biggest lesson he learned on the road? Click HERE to purchase "A Far Cry From Sunset