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Great episode. The advice is fantastic, even for non-comics like myself.

Now that most major roads are 65mph, Sammy Hagar is happy to drive the speed limit. He released a song about it because it was important to him that the public understand his vehicular point of view. However, "I'm Perfectly Fine Driving 65" was a commercial flop when listeners, who naturally assumed that the ribald singer's lyrics described an affair with an older woman, registered their disappointment on iTunes.

Holy crap. That made my day!

Mary Lou Henner and her memory are more of a running gag on this show than "my wife." My wife.

Wire Club was a short-lived super group in the late 80's including members of both Wire and Escape Club.

I'm stealing Maya's phrase "a little waka-waka." It sounds much better than "jokey." Here's an example of its usage: "My friend is fun but only in small doses. It's not that he's obnoxious, just a little waka-waka."

Indianapolis shout out from Matt. Yeah!

IMDB entry from the near future: Nundercover (2015) Director: Justin Lin With a script based entirely on a pun uttered during a podcast, Nundercover splashes holy water on the box office competition with a combination of intense drama and high-octane action (the last 45 minutes of the film is essentially a single car chase). Following the murder of a local priest (Phillip Seymour Hoffman), Sister Mary Louise must eschew her habit in order to delve deep inside the city's most insidious criminal organization. Untangling the web of deceit and corruption will test her vows- and her sanity. Keep your eyes open for the Whoopi Goldberg cameo.

Most of the musical guests play it straight. They can't all be Neco Case.

Doctors without boarders waka waka

I wonder what Gary the Squirrel would make of Phish.

A rare-ish podcast with a guest known for his dislike of west coast podcasts- this episode is like a '52 Mickey Mantle rookie card. Or is it a Honus Wagner? If I cared more, I'd look that up. I kept waiting for Tom to say "secretly, I've been a Pfish fan all along & I'm quitting The Best Show in order to tour with the band. Really. No, I'm not kidding." Then we get an hour of Harris trying to get him to drop the bit but he won't.

I'm an Eagle scout ('84) so, yeah, I basically do whatever the hell I want. I cut in line and when people try to give me shit I point to the Eagle badge that I wear constantly and they shut the hell up! Yeah. Actually, people who know that about me figured out long ago that they could get me to volunteer for pretty much anything.

Great episode but... that.damned.jingle. In Indy we have a few car dealers who figured out a while ago that consumers LOVE it when you take a public domain kids' song and turn it into the kind of tune that makes you want to pull your own brain out through your auditory canal and then buy up every ad block they can get their greasy car dealer hands on. That's why I listen to podcasts instead of the radio, maybe.

It seems like the less obvious gags are the ones that receive the most kvetching on the forums. As much as I would like to think that Scott & Co. are above all that, I can see why it would feel stifling to feel like your audience only wants the same thing every time. He seems to be booking guests & characters specifically to expand the palette a little, which is a very good thing. At some point newcomers will have to get used to the uncomfortable truth: PFT can't guest every episode.

When I first saw this movie, I hated it. I hated Tommy for making what seemed like yet another poorly executed vanity project enjoyed ironically by vapid hipsters. It didn't occur to me until years later that my reason for souring on the thing was completely off base- except for the hipsters part. Most of us feel like we need a license to try something big- especially a creative endeavor. We want someone to hire us to write that amazing thing or "discover us," which is a childish idea on its face. Tommy made his own fun. For that alone, I have to respect the guy, regardless of the quality of the output. As time has passed, I think he's become a kind of mascot for people who want to take that big swing, a reminder that you can get out there and do something that is genuine and true to you- and even if it's horrible, it just might be transcendently horrible and become a huge success. That's a thing now. In a weird, unintentional way, Tommy reminds us that the whole idea of needing permission to pursue what you love is almost as silly and nonsensical as his movie turned out to be. I'm not sure that qualifies as irony. I kinda hope it doesn't. We'll just call it a happy coincidence.

General Jenesaisquoi is my favorite figure from military history. He was so dashing, so debonair. Everything he did was suffused with an undefinable quality.

I remember sketches on the Mandrel Sisters Show. Most of them were about hair. I don't think they bothered with sets or anything. They would just put each sister on a rotating platform sitting at a vanity brushing their locks over light dialogue. I'm fairly sure one of the writers uttered this sentence at some point: "Yeah, I studied under the head writer at Hee Haw. So, I know my shit."

March 2013 - the last time the world was blessed with a new episode of the Paul F Tompkast. Even that was a minisode. My heart is minibroken.

Team, now that it's time to finally unleash my plan for "the greatest joke ever" & everything's on the line, please remember to melt Dr. Hornypants' face immediately. I know how you might be thinking that I would be disappointed if you didn't wait until 9pm Everywhere Standard Time, but believe me I won't. Melt it now. Otherwise he's going to take one look around this place and say "obvs, these guys are taking chunks out of stonehenge not unlike the way a toddler might grab hunks out of a birthday cake for the purposes of taking over and/or destroying the world." We cannot let him do this because in spite of years, even decades, of preparation, my plan is remarkably delicate. Anyone could walk up to one of the control panels and beep-boop the whole thing is ruined. Seriously, you've all gone through the training. Those manuals are as thick as phonebooks. It takes weeks to learn how to operate these control systems but anyone with two working fingers can destroy them. I've spoken to the vendor about this, and they say there's nothing they can do. So, guys, if you see the guy with the Stacy Keach 'stache, kill him. Face melting is preferred, obviously. That's our thing. But I want to be extremely clear- it is OK to shoot him if face melting is not a practical option at the time. Don't take him to me so I can monologue at him. I don't know why you guys keep doing that. Do you think I want company or something, that I've got nothing to do? I know that it might look like I'm just wandering around the lair while you guys do all the button pushing and monitor checking, but I'm actually quite busy. I like to explain myself in a chuckling, maniacal manner as much as the next guy, but this time let's cool it on the monologues, 'kay? Are we good? Good. Be careful out there.

Fantastic episode. Ian is relentless.

As a fellow hard-laugher, I completely empathize with Pete[r]. I know it's annoying as hell. I hate that I do it, but I can't help it. When someone says something genuinely witty I let out this weird, explosive laugh that sometimes physically blows people back like a cartoon. When I try to laugh like a normal person, it comes off fake, and it feels fake. When I bellow like a orgasming water buffalo, it's perfectly genuine. I'd change it if I could, but I can't. There has to be a medical term for this.

John Doe Baker is a famous serial killer and cannibal who was known for making mincemeat pies from anonymous corpses of homeless men. Also, June's read was fantastic. It almost made the show sound like This American Life.

Eric Andre aka Jazz Legend Ornette Coleman arrested for practicing free jazz within 100 yards of a school.

I'll say this about Ernie's accent/affectation, if I had panties they would have melted.