Just Be Cousins

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.