BuckDillonous

If this 'tis the season to be jolly' then no one told my boss who's always throwing darts at my crotch.

Welcome to the odcast. Take notice that there is no pee in it and we'd like to keep it that way. No poop either please.

The hit song Sister Christian was written about my dad's slutty ex girlfriend Nina. Comedy Bang Bang.

Look up in the sky! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a cloud, it's a moon, it's a watermelon, it's a couple of pages torn out of a book.

Normally I wouldn't approve of this sort of language but today I don't give a cunting mother fuck.

The only news source I trust is my grandma.

With a name like Shock Tarts you'd think they'd electrocute the inside of your mouth but nope, they're just sour.

Sure, we could have waited in line like everyone else but we're famous podcasters so we flew our plane to the front of the line.

If God wanted you to walk more than you shoot lightning out of your fingertips then he'd have given you ten legs and only two fingers, dummy.

The podcast that makes you want to jump up and run around screaming waving your arms all over the place like a crazy person.