As we slowly – very slowly – recover from Zee’s wedding, we ponder how a dessert can be cold and warm at he same time, or why we wanted a Crocodile Mile at the chuppah so badly. Also, tremendous amounts of broken glass.
From the bus we hijacked at the airport, to Dr. November’s shockingly pink shirts, to the just-about non-stop drinking, to the finest steak any of us had ever had, to the shocking amount of defecation, join us as we discuss Zee’s epic, beach combing, Fountainbleu-invading, bathroom shattering, very hard-drinking bachelor party.
We’ve all had horrible dating experiences. Personal moments so painful and private we wouldn’t want anyone to even imagine them. So naturally, we demand that our crew describes their most intimate encounters with the crazier sex. Then, Weed blows us all away.
As the new television season begins, we ponder the important questions: Could House be more awesome? Could Fringe be more ridiculous? Could Glee be more of a train wreck? Could The Colony be more . . . colonial? Join us for our preview of the upcoming season. Also, Jay Leno makes Kanye West cry!
We kick off our first post-summer episode with an attempt to navigate the many, many things we missed. Weed’s beard leads us to consider other famous bearded personalities, and the death of Michael Jackson – and many, many other celebrities – makes us question whether we care about the death of Michael Jackson. On the rest of our agenda, crazy Republicans, whether it’s okay to be gay, and <NAME REDACTED>. Also, can organ trafficking a victimless crime?
After we spend some time arguing about who is which Sex and the City character, we reminisce about the early days of the station and some of our craziest moments. After determining that Bono is to blame for thousands of years of misery and pain in Africa, we discuss the definition of a Jewish hero and who is a douchebag for claiming to be one.
Zee relates the story of Dr. November’s canine adventure. After discovering that pet stores do not, in fact, sell doggie tampons, we review Quentin Tarantino’s new film, Inglourious Basterds. The miracle (and horror) that is Google’s predictive search is also under discussion. Apparently, we are all desperately afraid of Chinese people.