Halloween has come and gone. Children all across this crumbling nation are emerging from their diabetic comas, drooling all over their soiled footie pajamas as they fantasize about forthcoming Christmas and the tantalizing prospect of drowning in their own avarice. But that's the future, which means we still have time for podcasts. Yes, it's that time again, boys and girls. After taking a siesta during my award-winning SCHLOCK CORRIDOR series, everybody's least favorite podcast, Lies My Fucking Podcast Told Me is back in full effect with a truly memorable episode.
Allow me to introduce Chapter 42: Hard Boiled Bewbs!, an extended conversation between myself and my long-suffering cousin Ky, a conversation that is at least partially the product of binge-drinking cheap bourbon in a poorly ventilated basement in the wee hours of one crisp autumn morning. This belligerent and tangent-filled diatribe is dominated by the looming specters of two controversy-prone entertainers: Sin City and 300 creator/right-wing nutjob Frank Miller and former Mad Max and current anti-Semite Mel Gibson. It's a drunken, slurring, hateful fourteen minutes of bile ready to spew forth from your speakers as soon as you press "play". Consider it my gift to you, Dear Imaginary Reader:
Chapter 42: Hard Boiled Bewbs!
Aaaaaand I'm done.
TIME MARCHES ON!
FUCK YOU
ReplyDeleteIt's so sad that such talented individuals are such reprehensible people, but you must learn to separate the art from the artist. Roman Polanski is a disgusting pedophile, but I can't ignore the fact that CHINATOWN is a perfect movie.
ReplyDeleteWhere do you get off putting Frank Miller in the same boat as Mad Mel? Frank's done nothing as disgusting as that racist pig, and he still does good work. "Holy Terror" is a well-written, amazingly drawn story that's not even slightly racist. You must have never read it, bra cause you don't know shaft you're talking about. You're probably an alcoholic, anyway.
ReplyDeleteYou say the C word too much.
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