Razor Boy

Maps, maps, maps, maps, maps! You wanna go there? I'll show you how.

Hey idiot, you like crap?

These are the voyages of the starship Bang Bang. Its five-year mission: to go boldly where no man splits infinitives.

More fun than Creedence Clearwater Revisited appearing this Thursday through Sunday at Spirit Mountain Resort and Casino!

Looks like I'll never see my picture under the headline "One-Liner on Podcast Network Forum Brings Unknown Writer High Praise."

Vulva? Vulva! Vulva, vulva: Vulva.

Got caught in the rain last night. Must've been around midnight. I was making love and drinking piña coladas. Cards on the table: I kinda liked it

What else would you expect me to do after I was bitten by a radioactive comedian?

Toilet bag cartoon sailing jackrabbit. I smell toast.

Whew, what a journey. I like that Scott sounded a little disappointed when Santa couldn't remember his CBB catch phrase. Also, I hope Michael Ableson's out there somewhere feeling like he made a difference. I think he deserves a share of the credit.

Mother, tell your children not to walk my way. My way of walking contains nudity and adult situations. EDIT: Adult situation? God dammit.

You can run it by your lawyer if you want, but I'm telling you that this honorary doctorate allows me to check you for a hernia bro.

Hit the sticks and shit some bricks, dickheads. Here comes your new daddy.

I listened at work today. Maybe it's because I'm not high.

GETT DUMM IDIOT!!

Sounds like Stard slowed down the gifts theme and juiced up the delay/verb on them vox. Nice.

You heard it here first, folks!

God dammit, there aren't enough hours in an hour. I'm hooked, I want to know what happens next.

It’s a point of contention as to which contender can be contented to call themselves the content king. Also, they’re all camping criminals and they live in a con tent.

"Initiating opening sequence," "30 Sols," "EVAs" Guys, Marc Evan Jackson is actually an astronaut.

Like a phoenix risen from the ashes, behold: My roommate's shampoo is restored!

What's that supposed to mean? Seriously, I don't know what that means.

A thousand apologies for the misunderstanding, I was merely explaining to my German friend that no eleven was an inside job.

My apologies to the estate of Lionel Hampton, it turns out I thought a vibraphone was something much different.

I love that when Ken was asked about his favorite State sketches, he didn't have to hesitate before putting Porcupine Racetrack at the top of the list. I think it was Tom Lennon in the DVD commentary who said about it, "I like this sketch because it doesn't have jokes." I still get that song stuck in my head frequently.