Colfax McLiverneck

We must have a WSGLL hosted by Kubich, Matt's character from Pistol Shrimps.

Good ep. I especially enjoyed the bit about corn.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhmazing, as usual! My fave podcast on the whole wide interweb.

This is the best. Delicious little nuts of melodious hilarity being LITERALLY shaken off the tree of comedy in the Forest of Chucklewood.

I, Colfax McLiverneck, Catchphrase Superstar, hereby retire from the catchphrase business. It’s too hard to eat corn while typing. So long, weirdos!

Off Book is the best thing to happen to Earwolf since Spontaneanation. Now if we could just get a corn-themed podcast going. I mean come on, guys. Everyone else is doing it.

Well here’s a little story bout a grass named Corn / Poor stemmy plant always got his cobbies shorn / But then one day he miraculously gained the power of bipedal ambulation / And murdered the farmer and his entire family in their sleep until they died

Yes, my people are in talks with his people, but the maize of paperwork is discouraging.

Next time on Can o’ Corn Man: The Lettuce Shark plows Mariann’s Trench!

Hello, kids! It’s time for Can o’ Corn Man, Episode 1: Revenge of Knobby the Giant Asparagus Shaft!

What’s that? Out in the field? It’s a crow! It’s a crop duster! It’s Can o’ Corn Man!!

Perhaps, but the kernel of the tale remains profound.

I’ll be fourthright with you—if you take the fifth right, it’s the same as if you just took the first right.

Welcome to Comedy Bang Bang—the show where we talk through intubated poopholes.

Though catchphrase rhyme is underrated, those that don’t shan’t be berated; The search for corn must supercede, for that yellow goodness is all I need.

Jimmy smashed corn, no wait. Jimmy humped corn. Nope. Jimmy jacked. Goddamn it. Jimmy smoked corn. AHHRRGH. Fuck it. I don’t care.

Who would win a fight between Chickenman and Heynong Man? Without a MacFarlane/Glass/Mantzoukas collabo, we may never know.

Billie Jean is not my lover, but I hear she can perform wonders with a gallon of warm corn syrup, a boa constrictor, and thirty feet of paracord.

Enos Lundquist the infamous polygamist failed to resist the misses’ kisses and mistakenly whisked his catfishing sis into incestuous marital bliss.

Enough of this hundo mumbo jumbo! Let’s get to work on squeezin' out that first lousy thousy!

Why don’t you wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one...oh no. My god, Jason, what are you...uhh, would you like some hand sanitizer?

Dead Poets Society? More like Dread Roberts’ No Hos Policy

I see a little silhouetto of a waif / That’s a knife! That’s a knife! / And he may become stabby

The Captain’s log. Fascinating. Just as I imagined it, but browner, and with more corn.

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