DanEngler

Due to an unfortunate typo, I accidentally ordered a case of General Anus. In an even weirder coincidence, General Anus is a new product from the makers of the Fuck Me Silly Mega Masturbator.

I...uhh...Gabe, I think whatever you changed also broke the [adminonly] tag...

[adminonly] Hey Gabe, how long do you think it'll take before these stooges realize their Likes are 100% meaningless and only our secret admin SuperLikes count toward the grand prize drawing? *fistbump* [/adminonly]

I listened to The Fogelnest Files and all I got was this lousy mouth cancer.

No "Earbuds or We're Buds" theme, no buy.

There is no actual poison. Due to a fluke of genetics brought on by decades of inbreeding, the man-rats are all diabetic.

I listened to this entire episode waiting for Kyle to bust out an "It calms her heart!" and it never happened. Astonishing. First of all, congrats.

Good insights. It would be a shame if someone were to Snowden David's secret podcast dossier... For those interested, the aforementioned video can be found here. It isn't featured on The Mid Roll's home page. /cough

Emily was fantastic as always. I've been sleeping on Eliza Skinner, but she's recently popped up on Totally Laime and @midnight and and has been delightful everywhere she goes.

Based on the clothes they're wearing, it's clear that all of the Nerd Poker Ratventures™ episodes were recorded in a single session. Which is a shame, because I was hoping Patton would drop in to voice one of the rats working in the kitchen.

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I'll tell you a story about Johnny McGory! Johnny McGory was named Irish Person of the year, on account of the vote being rigged by a pack of drunken Americans, and he returned home to Ireland a very minor celebrity, but the glory soon faded, and the modest stipend he had received was soon frittered away on drink and drugs and the company of loose women. So Johnny McGory was forced to take a job illegally harvesting peat in the bogs of County Kiljoy, and the work was filthy and back-breaking and the head turf cutter was a right gobshite, but labour laws are rarely enforced on work performed under cover of darkness. So Johnny McGory decided to stick it to his boss by listening to podcasts at work, until one night when he heard a throwaway comment to which he took exception, and so filled with righteous indignation was he that he threw down his shovel, logged onto the Internet, and posted a blistering critique on the message board for that podcast. Then a pooka showed up, and Johnny McGory drove it away with his belt. And that's a glorious tale of Ireland!

Rats can't cast Remove Curse or shoot gouts of flame from their mouths, either. Also, they all made their saving throws, so none of them DID vomit. If you're wondering how he eats and breathes and other science facts, Just repeat to yourself "It's just a show. I should really just relax."

I was really looking forward to this show shutting down and finally being able to ban the rest of these fake gamer girls. Thanks for nothing, El Jefe Ullrich.

I'm getting the full-length audio via my iTunes. You can download the episode here.

As Poet Laureate of The West Dalton Wilcox once said, "Gee whiz and holy shit, that was fantastic!" The Andy Daly Private Polecat Prom Jet will go down as one of the greatest podcasts in the history of the medium. A truly colossal achievement.

/cups hands over mouth YES!

You blink your eyes, and when you open them again, you find yourself standing in a dark void. You wheel about in search of a light source or landmark, but are greeted only with unrelenting blackness in every direction. You open your mouth to scream for help, but are terrified to discover that your voice produces no sound. After several minutes of fruitless effort, you collapse to the ground, gasping for breath. You wrack your brain for some reason — any reason — why you ended up in this abyss. Surely, it couldn't have been— As soon as the thought crosses your mind, a blazing white spotlight envelops you. As your eyes slowly adjust to the searing light, you notice a book laying at your feet, a leather-bound tome embossed with the title "My Posting History". You get the feeling you'll have plenty of time to read.

The process of "mining" a Bitcoin requires hundreds or thousands of hours of computing cryptographic hashes in order to find a unique one. Once you do, half of the encryption data necessary to send that Bitcoin elsewhere (i.e. spend it) is stored on your hard drive; the other half is stored in the cloud. Losing a drive via crash or physical disposal means the Bitcoin still "exists" but it can never be spent. Bitcoin advocates would argue that all currencies are make-em-ups with arbitrary, fluctuating values, and Bitcoin is simply an end-run around "unjust" government taxation and traceability.

If Stargoyle were really dead, Blaine would presumably have had to make a fortitude save and lost XP/levels accordingly. (DM forgetfulness notwithstanding.)

It's not D&D without a few socially inept, rules-lawyering dicks in the mix…

Scott was on this week's Team Coco Podcast to talk about Between Two Ferns. He also does an impression of someone at Funny Or Die that sounds eerily similar to every LA comedian's Dave Rath impression.

After Scott (or was it Scott?) uttered the phrase "scot-free", I expected to hear the debut episode of new podcast "Scott-Free", where Jason Mantzoukas and Kulap talk about hair care products.

I was convinced they were all going to get killed by the rat trap, and Sark would have no choice but to reincarnate them as fleas living on their former rat-selves.

Paul, I think you may have answered this a few minisodes ago, but what, exactly, is a baby?