Iguana Gonna Wanna

On the eve of the second Tuesday since all hands abandoned the hatch and the dear, dear, Professor died of neglect I just want to say that I miss you Tiny Calves, Beach Poop, and Tig Tigglebee. Just gotta say thanks from the bottom of my heart for letting me eavesdrop on your magical friendship. If there is any silver lining to losing one of my favorite things in the universe, it is the knowledge that you three are still buddies.

I didn't think Tig, Kyle and David could impress me more as highly evolved human beings than they already had, but that was before I got to witness them interacting with someone who most would find vile. I have a ways to go until I am that mature. This episode and thread did help me to crystallize one thing though in terms of wooing a sweety: must be a Blastronaught in good standing.

Berf heef herf-herf-herf-herf. (I am respecting the Christians by only cursing you out in equine).

Green Circle Award>Latin Grammy Just sayin'.

A really great episode guys. Those worship jams made me laugh harder than I have in quite some time. On a much more somber note, I was listening to this episode while I was driving home from Santa Barbara the night that the outcast kid carried out his grisly revenge fantasy in Isla Vista making the subject of this week's podcast eerily topical.

I kept hoping Tig would remind Barry that he once had a tail.

I think Night Guy would be a perfect spokesman for NatureBox.

By far the best way to extract every last drop of hilarity from the best podcast of all time is to listen to them in order starting with episode numero uno! You won't regret it. There isn't a single episode that doesn't deliver face splitting grins.

Homer, you wouldn't happen to be a lawyer practicing in the Portland area, would you?