The 45th Potluck Brothers' Podcast (for real)

Ok... So we're naked...

...In the Studio.

Waiting for Podbean to come on... and Firefox is causing issues... Switched to Chrome... and vazoom!!  We're LIVE!

It's the Beginning of our HOLIDAY SEASON... So, we chat about The Holidays, Movies, New Updates on the ALIEN MONOLITHS... Yes, there's now more than one... ...Or are there..... more than ...one. (enter creepy music.... ooooooo.....)

Mike pees in the neighbor's bushes.. Again.... LIVE.... And Of course... in Full Moonlight (as our soundbytes deal with Songs with The Moon!

...The room fills with smoke, and then...

That's when Mike had his  meltdown.

(read this next part - as if you were William Shatner)

First he stands up, looks around... as if he didn't know where he was... Confused at his nakedness, in an enclosed and padded room, with two other guys...  he stumbles around 1... no, Two steps... Looks down to see his pleated khakis down around his ankled Crocks.... Spins around to look at Pat.... turns back to look at Steve... Looks down again... bending over so slightly to look down again ...over his ...thumbs,   that were covering his privates.  He then closes his eyes, as if perhaps this could be a dream... Some sort of sick nightmare, that Pat subliminally put into his head, while he was sleeping.... But using his remote controlled, driod driven, Droan.  That would somehow transmit these hidden messages to him... He knew it!  He believes it...  That somehow this whole thing could be a dream....  Before opening his eyes, he takes in a deep breath.  Inhales so deep, that his lungs feel the pressure in his pounding chest...  Knowing that the next words out of his mouth would become some of the most prolific words that he would ever speak in his adult life.  He would yell out these words.  At the top of his lungs.  He would say these next few words with Pride, Wisdom, and willful knowledge.  He brushes his brow.  Stands tall.  Chest heaving.  Heart racing.  Removes one of his legs from the crumbled clothes, around his ankles, and places his foot on his Baltimore Ravens lawn chain... ...And with his lungs now full... his posture in the right position to handle any kind of crisis.  With a towering posture,  begins to billow out these words of wisdom.  These final words, that will depict his life... That will circumvent any misunderstanding.  That will bring his world around him to a stand still.  ...Words that will give meaning, Understanding, and bring peace.  ...while granting him pure serenity.  With all the air left in the room, He YELLS OUT!!!

 

.......i farted.