The Phlegm Cat Podcast

Mex is proud that he did title fonts. The Artist made a bad genre choice, found the bouncy people and would rather keep his sleeps in a bundle.

The Huckleberry almost squares off with the KGB. The dispute stems from the belief that squirrels don't speak Russian. Nobody asks about Ripple Timmy and Stuttering' Fred.

The Huckleberry returns from Canada with knowledge. Mex knows how to handle a leech. The Artist also learned that: liberals don't fish, old dudes can't swim and fishes don't have necks.

The Artist wants you to meet Jimmy Tubesteak. Mex then celebrates getting Russian puppies. He is very excited to make a pizza out of The Missus' head and realizes his new alarm system has a lot of "F" words in it.

Mex makes a plea for activity after unveiling Anger Boy. The Artist now enjoys Happy Fun Candy Birds and knows some dudes that talk about leeches.

The Artist thinks all saxophoners have to unleash their brass. Mex says you can't discriminate against tongue-punchers and introduces the latest terror group: Jabber-Jaw, Geriatric F*#kwads.

The Artist just wants to be free with his pelvis. Mex then wants someone to check out his basket. The Huckleberry thinks you're whateverphobic, but it's ok, because there's heated undercarriages on his elbow.

Look, The Mexican can handle: automatic weapons, goatees, car washes, Hulk, and Broccoli Head, but he CAN'T handle three Patties, man.

Mex introduces erbody to Mr. Gynistic. The Artist then claims basic bros don't say "interwoven". He then describes the full spectrum of tees and creates the phrase "At the  bottom of the day".

Mex wants to know who's afraid of Lee Trevino? The Artist ponders why there are no male nuns. He then sings the Jesus Christ journey adventure song, but only after spitting on the binder clip.

A special guest arrives for Mex's intervention, but it gets crooked and mumbly. The Artist then says "Hey, regular lady". Mex is all about dandy rules and the golf bouncer.

The Artist spins tales of the legendary Steward of Gigglewater. Mex then goes to bed crooked. Your Huckleberry has seen his fair share of mulch and laughs in his agnostic recliner.

Mex sure hopes none of you have ever been persecuted by hummus. The Hernandi are weird, language necromancers. The Artist knows a guy who conjured a demon AND had an independent goat head.

Mex solves world conflict because even The Browns are scared of The Homies. The Artist then introduces the awkward, inquires about matching tents and encounters a Mesozoic beasty. 

Mex really wants the snappy pants. The Artist returns from Florida where he admired people with cool arms, decided not to be sharty and realized he was taught by lazy old people.

Mex declares that none of his friends are nude hallway walkers. The Artist then decides that Earth is lumpy, and has a penchant for fibery pens and cool paper.

The Artist Learns that coyotes are abound. Mex plays the game known as severed rabbit head soccer, loses all respect for the comma and moves a bunch of punctuation.

The Artist has been thinking of alternate Jebuses. Mex has to make a choice between bumcheeks or lady bidness. The Huckleberry also admits to getting stupider and learns that there is an epidemic of hard-to-use hoses.5

Mex asks Jebus "Were you born in a barn?". The Artist decides nobody needs a big piece of fish. Your Huckleberry then takes a journey through the sphincter hallway to see Fake Wang.

Mex realizes the whole problem is that damn road. The Artist then recommends that no one does creepy crawlies by that damn road because you could get all murdery. The Huckleberry also asks: Why do people in space have to have genitalia faces?

The Huckleberry Claims he ain't got no FOMO  Mex then declares that brown people should be allowed to fly airplanes, Tremors should have won an Oscar and there's no way we're gonna hit Popeye.

The Artist wants U to know he's very "fluxsable". Mex then informs everyone that he's always in an area, knows when it's time to get sleepy and how much that ape costs.

Mex confesses to having white chin floofs. The Artist then explains that one end's got a sucky hole, he loves riding cheese and has a whole 'nother gear of jagoffery.

The Artist wants U all to wake up and smell the fake videos. We learn from Mex that dads are the stuntmen of the world, that Mex is all inquisitive and jolly and claims two weeks ago, U were on fire on a mountain.

The Mexican proclaims that The Hulk isn't sinewy. There are three things The Artist doesn't do. He does not buy the Butt-Pipe. He does not paint someone's eyes scary. The Huckleberry does not cook green cheese.