I can promise you this, folks. You can't get this kind of coverage in terrestrial radio. And that may be a good thing. Flip and Bill get hip deep in the mud that is the week in sports (or slow news day lifts the toilet seat and goes snorkeling). Let's take a peek. Hold your nose.
It's Halloween and the BCS looks scary. The number one spot is a spooky bed of snakes covered with red ants and the ghost of a horny Marge Schott. No wonder teams don't stay there long. We discuss the upsets, the matchups and the team about as frightening as a mini-pack of Milk Duds; Boise State. Boo!
Jerramy Stevens was busted and booted with enough wacky-tobacky to share with the Miami Heat. Makes you wonder. Just how dumb are these guys? Seriously. For millions of dollars, what wouldn't you give up? Flip shares personal anecdotes with assorted losers he's worked with for an in-depth investigation into the bong-water soaked mind of your average pothead. You'll be surprised at just how stupid is as stupid does. How these globs of meat find the front door every morning is nothing short of a miracle.
Speaking of globs of meat, tired of hearing about Brett Favre's penis? Then you haven't heard us drone on about it. We tackle the issues everyone else is afraid of. The art of courting 2010: Cock-shots. Is there a right way of doing it? What could Favre have done differently? First off, Jenn Sterger can't get interested in your shlong-a-dong if you clearly are not. Where was the pregame? A picture is worth a thousand words? That saggy old snapshot seemed to say, "Hey. Just finished a bag of stale saltines. Here's my penis."
Yawn
Really? Dude. Watch some porn, find a sock, jog in place with baggy shorts, grind a pillow, do something. Show you care. Get that member three strokes away from ruining your Wranglers and say, "I'm Brett Favre, bitch! Giddy-up!"
I mean if you're gonna risk it all, get primal, grab a couple of beers and jump off the plane down the emergency escape chute, for God's sake.
Ah, L'amore.
PLUS! Our stream of conscious thought travels from the Florida/Georgia weekend all the way to loofahs. How we got booted off the radio, we'll never know. At least we can say the F-word. Which Flip does. A lot. So join us if only to hear what it would sound like if Scarface grew up in Arkansas.
the podcast here.
or just click the old mouse over play and enjoy (at a reasonable volume).
This article appears in Oct 21-27, 2010.