The Phlegm Cat Podcast

Mex gets over his performance anxiety only to find he has not come close to exposing the absurdity of a lacrosse fight.

Mex's son makes friends with a group of folks cut from a different cloth. Your Huckleberry then finds himself in a panic due to an upcoming performance.

Mex's pooch is a little wobbly. The Huckleberry must then deal with the appearance of Captain Busker, Ferris at a ballgame and lycanthropy in the butt.

Mex learns he may be Schmitty's pot dealer. Your Huckleberry tries his best not to be so negative but he has opinions on Elvis movies, getting high at therapy and Stan Laurel's stint as Elvis' manager.

Mex deals with the aftermath of a visit by The 40 Year Old Boy. Your Huckleberry shares his edibles, institutes a "no flip-flop" rule for fishing shows and we meet False Foot. This case stinks!!!!!

The 40 Year Old Boy himself, Mike Schmidt, joins Mex as they discuss the awfulness of slavery in high school, a bag full of ropes and fish and the genius of promoting public appearances that have already happened.

Amid a cloud of doobie smoke, Mex creates a femme fatale character for the ages. Your Huckleberry then must deal with a missing drummer, a throbby vein and another cruddy Little League parent.

Mex might have made a bad decision in stopping his meds. The Huckleberry may have blown a mental gasket as he deals with: cliques in Heaven, no black pills and a visit to Electric Snaggyland™

The Stones, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Boss and a drunk, dead Polish guy. Mex has to deal with pro football and it's penchant for violent death.

Bad data has your Huckleberry in a downward spiral of melancholy. Mex then must deal with an awful remark from the 60's, an open head wound, his Uncle Paulie and the Goodfella Cookout of 1977.

Mex starts off the 3rd season of The Phlegm Cat Podcast deep in The Holiday Taint. Your Huckleberry then marvels at bobbies, a biting Yoko and a singing Ferris.

Your Huckleberry ends his 2nd season by being probed on Christmas. Mex then vows to be funnier, get a panda and say nice stuff about your face.

Your Huckleberry brings you a holiday music onslaught as he welcomes DoomSphincter, Oblivious Frog and the musical debut of Rogue Y Los Cochinos. The only obstacle he faces is the riot outside his crib.

The Huckleberry celebrates the mysteries of The Fab Four. He hates losing his Garfunkel, but enjoys in-studio gang fights and getting into beat-box cardio shape.

Mex learns stuff at church. Your Huckleberry then does thinks about Santa, how the Nativity may be a bamboozle and how the Magi may have needed an app.

The return of the BatVal makes your Huckleberry's Thanksgiving extra special. The Mexican then remembers holiday traditions of old, including secret maps, missing pants and a shitty cartoon.

Merry Happy Thanksgiving wishes abound.  Your Huckleberry buries you with logic. Mex then discloses the absurdity of his Inner Circle and his quest for butt knowledge.

Your Huckleberry is quite embarrassed by subconscious finger dalliances. Mex then visits with the Native Americans, realizes his son is Otter and reopens his interest in a concept album.

Your Huckleberry reminds us all of a time when our parents sucked. Mex then discusses his childhood which was filled with love, nurturing, pizza, potential drowning and murder.

Mex invents a Groan Room. Your Huckleberry then plays his bass, brags about his battles with sea beasties and a drunken plumber on Halloween.

Your Huckleberry confesses to sonic boastfulness.  Mex plays ball in the house, enjoys his new doll, gets into werewolves and welcomes Doomsphincter in studio. DRRT!!!!

Mex doesn't think there is much fantasy in fantasy football. Your Huckleberry has a different way of playing cornhole. Mex also gets a new dolly and has a few things to say about spaghetti sauce.

Mex struggles in a post-Schmidt wasteland. He misses The Boy and his Beat Laboratory. Your Huckleberry then shares a cool fishing game, mocks man-feets and almost dies dancing.

The 40 Year Old Boy drops by for a family wedding. We learn he lies about concerts he's attended and we both get 70 years of bad luck because some old lady can't take a punch.

Your Huckleberry has a funk in his lair. With no friends to hangout with, Mex recalls his first concert and promises not to blow a bunny's face off.