Just Be Cousins

The boys are back to being back again, for the time being. But I forgot how to posts new episodes, so I’ve already forgotten what we talked about. I do remember laughing so hard I almost wet myself.

And by the time you hear it, the first of 2024.

Impromptu and for no reason, a new episode. Joe and Jason, talking $%^& about #$%^& like the #$%^&-heads they are. Is hard work worth it? Is life pain? Is anyone telling you otherwise only selling you something? Are you buying it? Can you buy some for us too? Is it vegan?

What brings a podcast (temporarily) back from the dead? A roast! On this very special JBC, Joe, Daryl, Dan, Shags, Tim, and Laura, ROAST Jason for no other reason than being old as hell. Adding to the gnarly: JASON’S MOM. Yeah, roasted by my own mom. I know.

Racoons, mostly, and a few other things, with Shags in full effect. As usual, I was drunk when we recorded, so I don’t recall every thing we discussed, except for the racoons, and Mormon Bubble Porn, and how much I hate it when people are mean to Ariana Grande.

So this one is not funny. I mean its always funny when two dudes debate race theory on a podcast. We argue in earnest but try to be humble. Try. Told you it wasn’t funny, but that it kinda is.

Sorry for posting this late. Sorry for the lame image. But Shaggs is back and she has a hilarious story about floppin meatses and stoppin’ leases. (Sorry for this lame episode description but hey: Shagggs is back).

Live to hard drive, making up for lost time, a (tallah)ass(ee)-load of flies blastin outta God’s back side, riding rough and ready, slipshod podcasting raining fallen angels and shaving the fur off Lucy like a hallucinating Stefan Busey.

THIS is the one with space coke. And Bob Segar I think. And maybe Taylor Swift? Or was that episode 212? Might have been 215… which we haven’t recorded yet… Jesus I’ve had too many Cherry Dr. Peppers today. Anyways. Enjoy.

Hey there. Sorry for the long pause. Life happens to the JBC crew now and again. This episode was recorded a few weeks ago, but we’re only just now posting it, and if you want to know why, listen to episode 213, which we recorded last week, and still have not posted.

In this episode, we are not at our best, which means we’re better than ever, which means if you don’t like us you love us in this one, and if you love is, you’ll take pity and send chicken soup. Mmm… soup.

We got such a big response from the last Shaggin we gave y’all, here’s more from the archives for you to get all silly with.

In honor of one fine mother, Shaggs, here’s an episode where she’s on fire. Not Katniss fire; we’re talkin’ Lanze inna butane store kinda fire.

We got mad respect for Cosplayers. And Juggalos. There’s an overlap there, if you think about it, but don’t think about it too much. Like not at all. Don’t listen to this episode even. Okay, fine, do. Respect.

Started off talking about ancestry, moved on to the usual. Sorry about that. I think there’s some deep stuff in there too, although “deep” really has different meanings, depending on what kind of hole you’re talking about.

Disney, and porn. That is, Disneyland, and then porn. The sexiness of wholesomeness? No! The wholesomeness of sexiness. See the difference? No? Neither did we. We tried, though. We really tried.

The previous episode was a fake 207. This is the real 207. It’s very throlo. That’s right, we know how to talk the talk. And walk the walk. Shaggs rounds out the party, and there’s much hilarity. Also blood. We don’t hold back.

April Fool’s Day episode. Posting a few days late because we didn’t want to think the podcast was a joke. I mean it is, but only some of you know that. The rest don’t. Not related: if one of our listener has multiple personalities, can we count those as listeners too?

Everybody does it and everybody secretly likes it but no is willing to admit it except for two raunchy 40-somethings. No, not podcasting; we’re talking about farting. Which for us is the same thing.

Our annual St. Patrick’s show where we confuse Irish and Scottish things, complain about stupid spaghetti commercials, and scream at you 52 times, twice, once in leprechaun.

First we talked about peases, then talked about Seuss, then we talked about haggis, but not about puce. Next Shaggs talked about beef tongue, but not for dessert, nor about Idris Elba’s, you little pervert.

First Jason blathered about foil fencing for nine minutes. Then he and Joe and Shaggs talked about foibles. Yes, THE Shaggs. Then I don’t know what. Ice cubes flying out of asses, I guess.

This was supposed be an episode about our foibles but we ended up talking about music for an hour, which we do a lot cause it’s one of our foibles. Edit: Podchaser told me to say this: D5C3aiPWup7Oi7fpACdy

Gotta be honest, I don’t recall what we talked about. I think coyotes at one point, and maybe Brad Dourif. Or Brian Dorf? But not Christian Kane, alas.

Our 200th. Our Twice-Centennial. Four Years of @#$%^&* and here’s to forty-four more. Thank you, thank you, thank you to our listener, without whom we… would not bother writing these stupid blurbs.