Do you long for a simpler time? Has the pandemic lost its novelty? Relive the glory days of 2019 now in 2020. Jerry Con, candy corn, and outright murder in the sweat house.
Drunkness is a binary state and Pinterest is bone hurting rage. Chris is tortured with personality types for an unimaginably long time before we dig into the real meat: Judge John Hodgeman.
This episode and all future ones not sponspored by Descendents brewery. Oops. Coolsville will eat the world starting with beer and trivia. More bug madness as Katie confirms the true science fact that crickets reproduce through loud mitosis. We play Dungeons & Dragons and vidya games because we're a buncha neeeeerds. Guilty youtube pleasures. Explicit content requires new and innovative consorship. Chris is the 𝕬𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖚𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌.
This is Cinmin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZmIkHvGEfs
Ain't no laws if you're actively soliciting sponsorship from White Claw. Katie and Rebaybay love hypothermia.
A year from now we'll all be here
All our friends will move to here
And they're going to stay in this place
Cause our friends they all live here
Lethworth is the Grand Canyon of the north, just ask Jerry. At Greg's b-day stompin' rager we all ate a cardboard box and Rebaybay lost feeling in her leg but still stomped the night away. We celebrate the last great Artemis night in all its galactic swirling glory.
How much tequila is too much tequila? We smell Greg's knees. Greg is never satisfied with only one trash fire and keeps it going all weekend. He tries to convince us to get dogs, we patiently endure without immediately dismissing him. NEW SEGMENT! We get beer delivered to our recording fort and deal with insulation asbestos we can. Greg and RBB have an absolutely riveting exchange about Instagram and its many fascinating aspects that enrich our lives, none of which was cut. An Incident of Roleplaying results in accusations of insubordination. The Great Job Gettening of Twenty Crimeteen.
Buckle up boyes and gurls, 'cause we accidentally pre-drank for this episode before we even busted open the Cab Merl. Just the right amount to stomp 'n bite. We just witnessed the most exciting two minutes in human racing, Mig Day extravananigans were rather successful despite Jared's fast-idious planning. Greg reads Kitcheners bi-laws to us as we set trash on fire. Rebaybay has a kneejerk reaction to Scott's attempt to help.
Coolsville founder debate gets fiery. What makes up a Coolsville? How did folks meet anyway? Is it just a quadruple date that got out of hand? We’re pretty anxious in general. Who needs shoes anyway? Is there anything that can't be made out of duct tape? This bourbon is made out of scotch. Mig dissolves amidst our splendorous hosting as Chris reveals a surprise drink. We talk sports and bangers. Greg is the Great Gatsby.
Transmutation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 Action
Range: Touch
Components: Verbal, Somatic, Material
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What's classier than wine in a box? Wine in a box, without the box. Mig and I dredge up our most mixed homebrewing results. Drink, l'chaim, to life! Engager rager: we don't raise the roof, we lower the floor. Stomp dancing will break your body even if you don't break the floor. Our last Lighting Talk at Simon's place because Simon and Jenaynay are moving in together! Chris has a bit of a spill and whines about it, Mig spills a bit of a wine and has a stain about it. How To Remove Wine Stains 101 by Rebaybay.
We polish off Dr. Ron, double down on ASMR (chip free) to get your tingles on and there's definitely nothing sexual about it. Speaking of perfectly platonic, normal things that friends do together, Scott and Rebaybay got a couples massage and it was life changing. Your face is your whole body and every pore will be filled. Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse is pretty cool, you know, nothing special but, low key, you should probably watch it. Scott is a youtube powerhouse and despite her best attempts to not be "too rambunctious", Rebaybay breaks my ear drums in the edit booth.
Let the Scott episodes begin. We christen our glorious new chalices in style with a cheers to the super blood wolf moon. After a long-winded review of our bottle of Dr. Ron, we expose our deep and unquenchable need to run niche fantasy leagues. Jam Jars is the new Gatsby as we record in Rebaybay's new house.
Oh and as promised, here is a picture of Scott in armor, jumping over a fire.
We dig into some juicy tidbits about family, friendship, and millennial nihilistic humour. Chris calls Ross out and he commits 100% to moving to Waterloo. It's locked in, no takesies-backsies.
Rebaybay has a house! How not to have your identity stolen. Jared Con is the only way to celebrate New Year's. We talk body image. Ross does not fuck around.
We are better than okay at Karaoke. Jenaynay drops news about Jam-uary, the greatest live music event of all time, featuring herself, Simon, Ross, and you, dear listener. We love Jenaynay and Simon a little too much. Relationship animals are just as weird as you'd hoped and feared. Superfluous kitchen appliances continue to be underused and take up space.
Dave shwims.
We regale our listeners with tales of opulence, crapulence, and temperate intemperance from our recent trip to the Dominican Republic. Also get the low down on down low waxing and its taxing effects on follicles and friendship.