Here it is, fresh off my hard drive, Jerkcast 6. In which I talk at great length about how great I am, and Monkeypaloo
puts me in my place.
Hope you enjoy.
Show Notes:
Bald Eva
Employment Bliss
I am the king of weight loss!
Jennifer Love Hewitt and the multi-tasking fuck-fest
Tribute to the greatest podcast in the world
Addicted to rest
Comcast is not friendly
Giant Schlong
Monkeypup’s getting old
Better Vegetarianism through science
Geno, Geno, Geno
P.S. Geno-
This podcast is required listening before I’ll allow your comments. Your frequent obscene comments need not be less obscene, just relevent to the posts to which they are affixed.
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lol…perhaps I shouldn’t leave comments anymore.
Prim and proper?…Reserved is a much more accurate term!
Bitch Dog and Scotum Bag should be a comic, not a movie…
Now I have to scour the t.v. listings to see when the next rerun of that Starved episode is. I believe the hair trimming one is named “Scrotal Origami.” I agree, whole heartedly about the “hydrotherapy” episode, “Please Release Me,” being perhaps the most hysterical thing I’ve ever seen… talk about shitty timing… insulting the therapist while the hose is still pumping in water up his pooper–and the resultant spraying of everyone in the lobby. PRECIOUS!!!
I believe scrotum bag was a costomer/victim of the power company not the same company as Bitch Dog.
Good on ya, Paloo for having the idea for the ‘casts and the blog. We know you own pup’s ass like Lou Pearlman on the Backstreet Boys.
And another thing, after your mention o wonderfulf custormer service in TC, I wanna give a shoutout to Assman working at the liquor store near Pup & Paloo’s place.
Your podcasts are funny as hell
Greetz from Germany
i was at my grandparent’s house in ‘02 (in your area of Michigan there - my homeland) and i didn’t realize just how jaded i’d become until i took a walk one afternoon down a deserted country road near their (grandparents) home, and a car came along… i didn’t think anything of it until they slowed down and stopped and opened the door… i was getting ready to hit them with a 150 pounds of fury until they said “do you need a ride somewhere, young man?”…. all I could say was “what the fuck?” while i assumed a defensive posture… and they looked at me, their smiles fading, and they drove on….
and hotel auditor?? are you kidding? i get paid $.25 (roughly) more an hour to manage that mahfuckah, son. though i do work the audit when we (frequently) fire someone and the asst manager is in SF visiting her boyfriend. i get to tangle with the union, get sued by past employees, get EOOC complaints lodged on me, and all the fun stuff that comes with management… but it’s still a shit job.
i’m listening to your shows in order, so next is “Music for Jerks 1″…