Podded Dirt

Flying solo again. I share a story from back as a wee punk, a fateful night of injuries and redemption, slick your devil lock and listen up.

Sam, James and I talk about what horror film series we would live and die in, and how a salty snack gives James a headache and also hallucinations. Turn up your iPod to mask your fart, we got a new cast for ya.

Our first podcast in the new house... and I bunged it. This is ripe with technical issues and human error on my part, plus a dish washer, but we pressed on. We say goodbye to a dear friend, talk about how we act as a drunks and some medical jargon.

A quick podcast with my pal Sophia, her first time smoking a cigar. We talk cross fit, a bizarre habit we both have, and the possibly of doing a diet triathlon. 

Another solo podcast, this time I discuss my favorite and least fav cigars.

James brought over chicken wings and a plethora of hot sauces that go from mild, to shitting hot liquid into your briefs. Then we switch gears and go into what we always talk about; movies, poop, stupid people...Shave yourself Sinead for the Devorandum cometh

I'm solo tonight, I reflect on music from great bands both foreign and domestic.

It's almost Christmas, we talk plenty of yule logs on this cast, skid marks and unclogging toilets... What is wrong with us?

I sit down with a couple of cigar lovers and new friends of mine and we discuss weed, strange people we know and cigars...Its quiet and dank down here.

A shorter than normal cast, Sam, James, Trevor and myself, talk about old man injuries and bus etiquette that rivals Japan, I think.

I found a lost, forgotten podcast deep in the archives, when James and I took a trip to the bluest of mountains, lots of dried meat, tobacco and cheese wHisps on this trip, Jesus. 

It was a dark, cold, shitty Halloween night, we got drunk and partied at Trevor's house dressed in our groin grabbingly good costumes. Michael Myers would have definitely come home for this party. 

Halloween draws close, James, Sam and I talk about the Carpenter classic, along with the newest film in the series.   

Been to busy to upload, but hey now its up, SO BACK OFF...James and I talk about movies, like a lot, but we also broach the art world and the stupidity of modern art.

I get lifted and go undercover for some swag and interviews, strange waves and business ties all around. Get out your CBD lube and start rubbing a strangers back, we get OH so high on life....and weed.

This is episode 10, season 1 finished... it all comes down to the wire, The Fred Durst red hats vs The mattress eaters. So take a knee and give her a Mike Tyson uppercut.

This episode James and I discuss problems with some Batman movies, then we take a look back at our early friendship days and remember some of our dumb antics.

Sam and I sit down with our good friend Frank Capraro. He brought the whiskey I have the cigars. We lament in our nerdiness and puff some good cigars while sippin some chill monkey juice.

My wife Sam and I sit down for a deep discussion on married life, the cigarette problems and how to pay with abnormal currency. We may have some drinks but, we were already full of it before hand.

We sit down with Erika who is a close friend and my sister in law, we discuss her job a sex store employee along with her boyfriend and my "brother" Trevor. Of course as always my co-host James. sh*t gets bleached on this episode.