The Potluck Podcast

The 43rd Potluck Brothers' Podcast!!!

Holy Crap!! We're STILL HERE!!!  ...still doing therapy on Wednesday's!

Tonight, Mike may not have been here, BUT!! ...we still make fun of him... Why?, you might ask... Well, basically because he wasn't here to defend himself.  ...Who are we kidding, we'd still make fun of him, even if he wasn't here... because That's What We Do!   If you call in, better make sure you have yer 'big boy' pants on...  

Tonight We talk about everything under the sun... Steve sings Happy Birthday, while Pat closes the show singing Celine Dion...  

 

And if you're looking at this right now.... YOU Better join us next Wednesday for our Thanksgiving Night Special!  You'll be thankful that you did.

7-9 - Right here on Podbean!

 

The 42nd Potluck Brothers' Podcast!! It's Been a YEAR!!!

Yes folks... We've been at this for a full Year!

TONIGHT:  Steve Wears a Snuggie!  A full blown Snuggie... with a butt-flap!  Does a little dance and drinks a little water.... Mike Cuts his tongue and bleeds all over Steve's floor.  Then Proceeds to Drop his beer, the beer hits the table... punctures a hole in the beer... the beer then flies all over the place... gets the studio carpet all gooey...  and then leaves!

And if you believe THAT... well, then ya gotta listen to the show!

So much happens on the show... I can't even start... From Mike's tongue, Sir Sean Connery, The Snuggie, Cardi B, Green Bay Packers, All the sound effects, Eating cookies, Pizza, and non stop laughing... it's another crazy therapy, gossip session.  

...OH!!! and Tonight's SoundBytes Trivia is: Horror Film Theme Songs.

We'll try to be there for Wednesday.

The 41st Potluck Brothers' Podcast!!!

Well, We were LATE tonight... Life happened... and a school bus full of prostitutes had to be arrested.  So, Steve made lasagna... while Pat & Mike had to finish the paperwork... meanwhile, the first 10 minutes are Steve playing some music... waiting for everyone to finish their lasagna.   That's when All Hell broke loose!

Before anyone knew it... we were all handed a cannoli for dessert.  

We all then go into our therapy sessions... while looking at still shot of Malania (before T) video... In the stand-up, leaning-tree position... and chatting about our week... Football, The World Series, and everything else under the sky... and Steve leaves to get his Halloween mask... and Pat & Mike LIGHT UP the studio with Smoke Bombs... WTF!?

We round out the episode with National Anthem Soundbytes Trivia... 

Guess who wins?... NOT YOU, because you didn't listen... NO PRIZE FOR YOU!... The prize vault is getting pretty full... because all you podbeaners are slackin'...  here we are, spilling our guts... every week... JUST WAITING to give you a prize... all you really have to do is show up.  Type in or call in your answers... And if you beat Pat & Mike... You Win!

You can also watch them blow up the studio at our YouTube Channel.  Just look up PotluckBrothers... you'll find it.  Geese, what do want from me... to just make you click on a link?... lazy... go to YouTube. Look it up.

And Now ...back to the pic of Malania...

 

Ooop!  I gotta go.

 

THE 40TH POTLUCK BROTHERS' PODCAST!!!... BITCHES!

SO... It's another therapy session... with sound effects, bloops,bleeps, blitches and bonks... ..And before ya know it... We're talking politics.  So, we decided to let them do some talking instead.... which didn't work for us... so we started talkin'... and then mike had to 'tinkle'... he had to tinkle so much, that Pat, then had to 'tinkle'... and then Steve wets himself... 

...with his drink.

Soundbytes, was CLASSIC ROCK...

And then Mike had a Hot Date... 

...And ran off screaming down the street... while taking his clothes off... again... incoherently yelling something... we still don't know... but he left his car keys... So, Pat glued a whole bunch of tiny whistles underneath his car lid, and around the wheel wells of his car... so that everytime the car moves, the air that rushes in will make each whistle blow... in unison.

..by this time, Mike is already 2 blocks away.... Still yelling something.  Maybe he was yelling at someone... who knows... But the lights from the neighbors houses started to go on.... One by one... as Mike... now almost completely naked was running down the street...

By the time Pat was finished gluing the whistles, Mike was down to his crocs and socks...  Of course, Steve has this all on video... So, neither one of them will be running for office anytime soon.  

...And if you believe this.... Then you may actually be starting to get to know us better...  I mean, it IS our 40th episode, after all.... It's about time!

 

....And now for a short commercial break.

 

(Music Up)

(announcer voice)

"Tired of feeling bloated and bitchy?  Somedays you feel like a balloon, ready to pop?... but nothing comes out?"

(Harp Sweep)(Upbeat music - up)

"...Well, have those problems no more, with Mike's Bubble Butt Blumper Boost!"

(sfx:  Squishy noise)

"Yes!  With one Squirt of Mike's Bubble Butt Blumper Boost, you'll get rid of all that excess gas and intestinal cramping."

(Girl's Voice) "I just Love to Blump Boost My butt, with Mike's Bubble Butt Blumper Boost."

Announcer:  "That's Right...Mike's Bubble Butt Blumper Boost.  Sold everywhere you get your enema packs.  Get YOURS Today!

 

 

...and that's all I got.

 

The 39th Potluck Brothers' Podcast!!!

Ohhhh... SNAP!  We did it again!  

Once we start talking... who knows what's gonna happen!  ...And tonight is just proof!  Not only are we Live on Podbean, We got things rolling on YouTube! 

Tonight!  BELLY BUTTON LINT!  ...do you pick it? Pull it? Sniff it?... Well, find out in tonight's episode.  Along with various stories, pulled directly from the heads of our hosts; Pat, Steve & Mike!!  Along with the New Opening Song, and the controversy over the new one and the old one. 

Soundbytes was U2 & Madonna!  Listen to see how many the guys get in music Trivia.   Rhonda (from the Dave Greenan Show), also joins us for what is another crazy episode.

 

And now back to our regularly scheduled program...

 

Dave sat back in his recliner.  Trying not to think about his fiance.  The first girl he actually, physically wanted to take home to meet his parents.  The girl he was proud that she was there to hang out with his friends.  The one who would have whole evenings planned, for when he came home from work... just the way he wanted his nights to end.  He was happy with her... and he thought she was happy too... At least that's what he thought.  

But then, she was gone.  Gone... Like completely disappeared.  Only to find out that she took off after another guy.  A guy whom she'd only met... maybe a handful of times.  He even introduced them to each other.  At the Long Horse, where he had to show off his manhood by riding the mechanical bull...  Meanwhile the guy, whom he thought was his friend, was probably hitting on his fiance!   He had to stop... He knew he had to stop thinking about it... but it was driving him crazy!  

He even had him followed. ..beat up... left for dead, in some old abandoned house.  Three thousand miles away!  So that no one would find him.  No one would have even knew who he was...  It was a well thought out plan... at least he thought it was.   It took over 2 years, but he did it.  He left all the clues.  He created the stories of the long lost treasure of The Mayan Temple Of Escandar.... 

But she even followed him there... three thousand miles... to the house, where he was suppose to die!.. She nurses him back to health... and then jumps his bones... Right there ...on his fur throne.  He saw it all.  Through the hidden cameras that were set up throughout the house.  Now he was really pissed.  

"So... I guess it's about time for Plan B...". He said to himself, as he's watching a video of his fiance riding a lump of meat on his fur throne.  "Plan B...." 

The 38th Potluck Brother's Podcast

And there we were... full from our Sloppy Joes... and french fries... decided to sit down and do another show.

Before we knew it, Kaps comes on and starts calling us all "Wankers" 'n shit.  Which Pat completely took on as his own and will now start calling everyone Wankers, no matter who it is... "Hello, Wanker!"  And then Mike got dicked by a bag of dicks... LIVE on YouTube... 

And then we gave Eddie Van Halen an Honorary Soundbytes Trivia Salute... Listen in to see who Wins... in this epic battle between Kaps vs. Pat & Mike.  There was a Random "Do You Know" as well as many conversations about everything.  So, "There it is!"  Check it out and listen for yourselves... And make sure to tune in Next Wednesday at 7ish for more craziness.  Get naked & Laugh... It's good for the soul.

 

..And now back to our regularly scheduled program.

 

 

...His eyes opened again, with the sounds of passing traffic... he looks out the window his head was resting on.  Only to realize that he was now on a bus...  Traveling to 'who knows where', with Sylvia now by his side.    Although, he might not admit to it, he did feel safer with her there.  Not because she's a straight-up bad ass, in any bar room fight.  Not that she's absolutely a minx in the sack... But because she puts up with his endless line of bullshit and  ...and listens to him when he makes up stories to find hidden scrolls to make their 'pseudo-trip' to Belize a fun one.   She had no idea that he was the one who actually pursued her, not the other way around. She had no idea that he was the one sent to kill her.   

But he didn't.  Her wild adventures and stories mad him feel human again.  Not the killing machine the government made him out to be.   Did he... could have he... fallen for this crazy red head...?  No.  He just needed to get away.  Far away.... And well, if he can take her along for the ride... so be it.

"Oh good!  You're awake."  She said as she pulled off her bluetooth headphones.  "You're never going to believe this." She continued.   "While you were passed out, someone came into the house!"  She exclaimed.  "You said that it wasn't your place..."  she stammered.  "..And now I actually believe you!"  "You were passed out... so I just covered you the best I could, so that no one would actually see you..." She paused. " Well, unless they actually sat on you."

Gerald feeling a little nervous... Not just because he keeps passing out, from exhaustion... but because he didn't realize that whoever actually lived there... CAME BACK!   

"So... what happened?" Gerald said inquisitively. 

"O.M.G...!" Sylvia said, enunciating each letter. "There were two of them.  Both definitely had hand guns. I could tell by the shoulder holsters through their jackets."  Gerald's started to feel the anxiety waver through his chest, as she continued.   "Since you were covered, I was able to duck behind the bed before they came into the room.  Talking like they found something in the basement.  Then they started talking about YOU!"   That was it, Gerald thought.  She now knows everything.  How he faked both of their deaths.  How he passed himself off as Monty Chesters, to get access to the Channel Codes, which led him half way around the world in search for the hidden treasure.  He knew she knew... But she kept talking like she didn't.   

"They said that you escaped.  Got out... What did they mean?"  She questioned.   He knew the gig was up.  As soon as he told her the truth, nothing would be forgiven.  She would make a scene. Start screaming again... and his head still was throbbing from the beating he took... only days before.

"I use to work with them." Gerald said sheepishly.  "Work?..." Sylvia thought out loud.  "Did you use to wear a gun too?"  She said jokingly.   "A long time ago..."  he said, as if trying to reminiscence of better times... but weren't.  "I use to be just like them."   "...Like them, how?" she said, trying to take in some whole new world she expected to hear after he woke up from his 3-day beatdown.  

"I...."

He felt it coming on... like a weight being lifted from his chest.

"I..."  He thought long and hard about it...

Sylvia's eyes glowed... showing that she was waiting in anticipation.  Waiting to hear something... anything, as to why she traveled 300 miles, chasing whom she believed to be the love of her life.

"I..."  (pause)

"I.... use to have a podcast..."

The 37th Potluck Brothers' Podcast Episode!!!

Holy Crap! Steve got struck by lightening... but he fixed it.  But wait... There's MORE!

Mike was completely naked, other than his crocs... that have a whole 'nother story all to themselves... enter the lighter...  THEN!!! Wait for it... Pat starts giving Mike's eulogy.. and before you know it... Soundbytes.

As three guy sit around and chat about their week... as well as intriguing conversations about covid, sports, and chronic flatulence.  How could this night get any better?... Well, Pat sings "Let The Bodies Hit The Floor".. THAT's how much better it gets.

 

...and now ...a word from our sponsor.

  

(Big Announcer voice)

"Tired of all then knots, rats, tangles and curls in the morning?"  Well... have those problems... No More!  With Mike's Disposable Brushes!!! YES, Mike's disposable brushes come in a sleek unique package, with a set of 12 inch brushes in each!  Brush that hair with confidence, knowing that YOUR HAIR will be all fluff for the rest of the day...

(enter female voice)

"I just LOVE Mike's Disposable Brushes"

(Announcer Voice)

And if you order now... you'll get a pair of Zircon Encrusted Tweezers FOR FREE!  That right... You get the pouch, the set of 12 disposable brushes, And the tweezers... for the low LOW price of $19.95. 

To order the Mike's Disposable Brush kit... call now! 1800-811-111111

Visa, Master Card accepted... for pubic hair only. 

 

The 36th Potluck Brothers' Podcast!!!

OK!.. Well, tonight's episode was very entertaining... as we had a bunch of people listen... but we were wearing clothes. So they didn't like that.  

Steve came back from Mexico, although he really didn't go.  Mike still thinks he was there, though... so don't tell him.  But we hear about little bit about what happened while he was there....

Pat does a famous "Do You Know" - and there was a "What's Up W/Dat" episode... and then of course... Soundbytes.  Tonight's Soundbytes were all "Party Songs" that you might hear at various parties...

There's a whole lot more in between... Plus a Soundbyte of Steve's Ringtone for Mike... "Come on, Man!"  that is purely funny in its own right.   OH! ...and Pat Sings Whitney Houston.

It all happens here... on this Episode of The Potluck Brothers' Podcast!

 

...and now, back to our regularly scheduled program.

 

(background music up)

(the sound of cars passing by from outside)

(a hint of a radio buzzing in and out)

 

As his eyes start to focus...

“Sylvia?”, Gerald said, almost in disbelief. 

“I know your iTunes code, remember? I could track you through Find My iPhone”.  “Shit”, shaking his head.  “3000 miles?” said Sylvia.  “THREE THOUSAND  MILES!” She said slowly… with a little more force.  “To some backwoods, Pennsylvania town… I never even heard of before.” 

Rolling over in the extended futon, trying to get some balance, Gerald raised his head to turn toward the angry voice.  But his head hurt. As if he had a migraine… but worse.    Wait, three thousand miles?  The map, the car… Shit.  After the wreck, the car’s odometer, must have taken a jolt.  He did notice that the speedometer seemed a little off.  Trying to get up, he noticed that he was covered in a thin blanket.

“I wouldn’t do that”, Sylvia said, with distain.  “I found you that way, I just helped you onto this fur thingie… and waited.” 

“…for 3 days?” muttered Gerald, questioningly… Laying back down.  “YES!  For three friggen days!” Yelled Sylvia.  Her voice piercing through his head, as if it were an icepick. “Well, other than going out for like a burger, and for basic toiletries.”  “Why didn’t you tell me you had another house… or better yet, A DIFFERENT LIFE, all together!” She said, as if her whole world was about to crumble.  He could actually hear the tears start welling, as she continued.

“For three days,” she sighed. “I found you on the floor, with your head all bruised.  Your clothes all dirty and ripped. I just spent a week looking for you, and there you were… on the floor. At first, I was going to knock on the door and introduce myself.  Like I never knew who you were, because I didn’t know if you had another girlfriend, or wife… Because I KNEW that you wouldn’t call me back after our last conversation.”

“But Sylvia, “ Gerald muttered.  “This isn’t my house.”

“It’s not?, said Sylvia confused.  “No.” Gerald said, raising his hand to his head, as if it was the only thing keeping his brains inside his skull.  “I don’t even know where we are.”

“You don’t..?” Sylvia said slowly, even more confused.  “No.  I was here to find the hidden scroll, that would lead to that hidden temple… the one we’ve been talking about.  So when we go to Belize, we could see if it really existed.  The clues, led me to some basement…” Gerald said, as if the memories were in some far off distance.  “..And then I heard noises, and the next thing I remember is waking up …right now… with you… yelling.”

“Let me get this straight.” itemized Sylvia. “You took those old notes my uncle had, put them together… EVEN AFTER I told you not to… and traveled Three THOUSAND Miles to some halfway house-looking basement!”  Sylvia listed, as if she was getting more angry with each phrase. “NOT EVEN KNOWING whose house this was, or who lived in it!  Just walked in.  Went in their basement.  …No wonder I found you on the floor all beaten up.”  With a beat, she then exclaimed, “I’m not buying it.”

Then there was silence.  As if she was thinking about it from his perspective.  Then came back to reality.  “Well, no one has been here for days”, She said allowed, thinking.  “That’s kind of weird.  There was nothing in the fridge, which I thought was typical for a player who leaves without any call as to where they were going.”  Said Sylvia scornfully.  ..”And who pays for the electric!”

“But I thought it would make for an adventure we could go on, for our trip”. Said Gerald, as almost trying to keep a secret… but letting the secret out, as if he was caught. 

There was more silence. 

With his eyes squinting, he started to notice the room a little more.  It looked like, what appeared to be a bedroom.  At his feet, across the room about ten feet away, was an upright dresser next to a small, old closet. The old wooden door was open, displaying several tattered board games on an upper shelf and a few denim shirts hanging on wire hangers.  There was a little out cove, to the left of the closest, with a cut out archway.  There were double paned windows at the far end of the out cove.  The out cove was just big enough for a queen sized mattress, which was neatly made with a bedspread that matched the curtains that hung on either side of the double pane windows.  The fur, futon thing he was lying on, was about 10 feet away from the bottom of the bed.  Over his shoulder, looking on was Sylvia, shaking her ankle angrily, sitting crossed legged on an old 1970’s kitchen chair.  She then spoke up again. 

“You did all this… for us.  For our vacation.  …That’s crazy.” She stands up.  “..And this isn’t even your place.”  She said, pacing, as if not convinced.  “No…” Said Gerald, exhausted from the inquisition, the pounding headache, and everything else he went through to be in the position he was currently in.  Laying helpless… basically naked, in some furry, black… but comfortable futon.   All the traveling, all the wasted time, through Arizona… across New Mexico.  Remembering the nothingness of Oklahoma and the bar fight in Missouri.  His head gave a ring, as if tinnitus was setting in.  In the distance, he could hear sylvia’s voice again.  “You did all this …for us.” 

Shaking his head, in agreement, but was fading fast.  As if he was about to pass out again from fatigue, or whatever had happened to him since being in that dark and musty basement.  “Then, If this wasn’t your place… and no one was going to be here… you wouldn’t mind if I.. did this...”  She dropped her coat, and got on the fur futon.  Straddling him.  Coming closer.  As everything slowly goes dark.  …Again.

The 35th Super Friggen Potluck Brothers' Podcast!

(music up: psychedelic Indian music)

(VO: Spoken in a thick Far Easter Indian voice)

"So ...here we are...

Sitting in this room with these stupid head phones on... and a wireless mic wrapped around our flippn' heads... TALKIN'!  Like, whatever comes to us... Ping-Ponging back and forth, from one topic to the next... Who cares if we're right or wrong... It's out there... Out there, in the universe.  So far out there, that you may, or may not even completely understand what plain of conscience we've even derived the simple concepts from.  But we say it.  And sometimes we even Sing it... And then... There's Tinkle Time.   Before you know it, Soundbytes starts up.  Listening to All-Girl Bands in a music trivia fest that will bring back memories for all living  generations.  Did someone say Current events?.. yeah, we even touch on that too... OH!  and Pat wants to start up a breakfast restaurant.

 

(Music fades)(Enter Announcer VO)

ALL THIS WEEK!!! tonight... on The Potluck!

 

...And now back to our regular scheduled program...

 

(read in an over-dramatic, slow, monotone voice)

It's been almost a week, and still no one.  Who would even know where he was.  The last thing Gerald remembered was holding up that charmed necklace to that intense beam of light... when everything went dark.   

He remembers hearing a noise.  The sounds of scuffling shoes on an old wooden floor.  With the footsteps getting closer... from above him.  Reaching the stairs, he nearly fell into as he was overcome by running goats and flailing chickens...   running toward the light... Finding the charm... then all black.

But before... Gerald tries to remember... What was it that he saw... before everything went dark.  It was a figure of some sort... in the light.  Almost like it was Princess Leia, being projected from R2-D2... But it wasn't that.  It was coming from the charm.  Was Rachel in the charm?... was it some sort of message?... Was it Rachel? No... It couldn't... but could it?

He then moved his hand, as if waking up from a nap. Feeling around. ...Fur?...  Looking around, realizing that he was laying down on some kind of futon,  A black, fur... futon.  Shaped to form fit any person... even big enough for two.  ...Maybe three. It was a nice sized futon.  Heck, one could sleep comfortably in ..."How long was I here?" Gerald thought to himself. 

"About three days", said a voice over his shoulder.

The 34th Potluck Brothers' Epsode!

We went Live!! It was Pick on Steve Day... and Soundbytes...

The 33rd Potluck Brothers' Podcast

Yes, we count them... Because we have no idea when the next one's gonna be.... We weren't on last week... Find out Why, in this episode...

...and now Back to the story.

 

Director's note:

"Remember: read as if You're telling the story... slow with impact!"

 

What was he gonna do?...

Pondering the moment...

Remembering back, ... a reminiscence of all the travels and mishaps he's gone through to get to the point where he was at, in this very moment. 

All the bullshit, literal bullshit he's gone through...

Knowing that he, Gerald, traveled 2300 miles.  All the way from Nantucket, through the Appalachian Trail.

Got side swiped by a train, while hiding in the trunk of Bobby Joe's, Uncle's Lincoln Continental.  ...thank God for the bullet holes, knowing he could have suffocated, he thought.

Twenty-three hundred flippen miles..  Through the flippin' desert!!  Getting stung by a friggen scorpion!! "THAT Mutha Fu...!", he said allowed.  ...Man, that hurt, he thought.

Shaking his head, he realizes that maybe this "Was" all a hoax...

"Twenty-three hundred miles..." Gerald says to himself silently, as he walked up to the pin point light coming through the wall.  "Twenty-three hundred miles... and I wind up in some Old Ass Basement in the middle of Pennsylvania...".

Almost giving up hope,  looking up to the pinhole of light... He realizes the thing that could... or would "Make ...'Or Change', his entire reality"!  At least that's what Mildred's uncle told him, while in the last stage of his rabies episodes.  But we never knew if the stories were true... until now... this very minute... 

Realizing that he still had the bag.. The literal bag he's been carrying this whole time, may have the answer.  Reaching in, and feeling Rachel's charm.  The one she gave him, before the avalanche.  The one thing that bonded Gerald with the love of his life.  The charm that brought them together on this journey...

Until he met her sister.

That's when it all changed.  And he's now in a musty, smelly, dirt encrusted floor... with half burnt chickens and goats running around... 

Now, reaching into a bag, as if his life depended on it, pulled out the charm.  Held it to the light... and with a glimmer of hope..

...he heard a noise.

 

 

It's the 32nd Episode

Yes, people... It's the 32nd Episode of some of the most crazy, messed up conversations on the Planet!...

GIVE IT A MINUTE... The Show will start... there's about 1 minute of "dead air" at the beginning...

...No one knows what's gonna happen next, ...whatever slur, gesture, mannerism, will come out of the mouths of these guys. ...and, of course... there's Soundbytes!  Pastor Pat makes an appearance... And it's the first YouTube live streaming broadcast....

So... whoop! (there it is!).

 

...And now back to the story.....

 

(read slowly, as if in suspense...)(enter low haunting music)

Gerald felt like he was going crazy, as he started walking down to the basement.  

The soft, incandescent light, strung from an old black wire, let off a glow that could only be found in some teenage slasher, horror flick.  Knowing this little fact, created a small but Chilling tinge, that drifted down his back.  But he continued down...

Knowing what he might find, or "think's he might find"... as he remembered telling Sylvia.  Back in the days of their denial of such events possibly even happening at all!!...  But it had.  And now he is left, holding the bag... literally, as he slowly makes his way down the creeky, musty smelling, stone chiseled hallway toward the unknown.

Just then! He thinks he sees it!  Gerald's hair raised, as if stung by electricity.  As he gathers himself, that this moment couldn't have possibly been true.  That the prophecies were correct. Down to the mentioning of Wyatt Earp and the O.K. Corral.  "This really couldn't be", Gerald thought aloud, as he made his way down to the last step.  The single lamp bulb, hanging from a beam in the middle of the staircase. Now seemed like a far away distant sunset, about to embark on it's long night's sleep.   

Just then, the sounds of live chickens exploding from a spring loaded pen, puffed in a wave of feathers.  Two goats, hopping as if they were late to a bathroom, come running from the darkness and run directly into his chest!  Knocking Gerald back into the stairs.   As his eyes followed the goats up the stairs, Gerald tries to push himself back up, only to look into the space between the basement stairs.  A  Blinding light raced past his eyes.  With a quick rustle of paper, the sound on an old desk moving, he thought this could be it... The end.  Well, the 'end'... As he knew it to be... or now "Thinks he might find..out", and soon. 

As the temporary blindness that set in, from the impact of the bright light, began to fade.   Gerald truly believes that he's, most definitely, about to meet his maker... as he feels the bombardment of not one, not two... but three bodies flinging past him, knocking him back down and into the stone wall of the basement. Jostled, and still in shock that he actually found it, the hidden treasure.  But was he too late.

Were the three bodies, that hurriedly jumped him and flung by, knocking him back down on the steps, there for what he sought out..., for over for 31 episodes?  No, it couldn't be.  No one knows about this place, and the magic it holds.  No one else knows about what happens in these dark and dingy places... other than maybe.. skeezy, old musicians, who believe they still have what it takes to make another hit record.  ....So, ok.. maybe one person.  But that's it.  That's the only person... that "might" know, ...but that's definitely it.  Only HE, Gerald, knew the true meaning of what it was all about.  Only HE, Gerald, knew where the magic came from.  And it was here.  And he knew it.  And IT knew that he knew it.  And now, that they both know, that they know, each one of them knows, that they know... ya know?

Gerald then looked beyond the darkness, and saw a small beam of light.  The light seemed to come from the other side of the room.  Should he chance it?  Will another goat come running? Will something else come at him as he tries to make his way toward the beam of light?  Knowing what he knows, he goes for it.  Pouncing quickly! Dashing by a wooden support beam, he hears the shuffle of his own feet, on the dusty, dirt floor. Faster he ran, as fast as he could. He has to make it to that beam! 

Nothing seemed to be around.  Nothing jumping out at him. No goats. Although, he may have faintly heard the sound of what seemed to be a few injured chickens... but he was alone.  

Making his way to the beam of light...

The 31st Potluck Brothers' Podcast

What?... is.. going on....

We're talking... and nothing is coming out of our mouths.

...and we start to laugh, because we have no idea what it was we were talking about...

But we keep going.  ...talking about nothing.... but everything that's happening, is actually happening at the same time!!! WHAT!?... So, then there's these KCF Crocs.  We chat about 'em for a little bit.  Then we get serious... and then we talk gossip and joke about each other.  we then go into some crazy scenarios and put Mike in (as the main character in each scene) as we describe in detail what's about to happen... and just then... He wakes up! and realizes he was just sleepwalking in his bowling shoes!  Before you know it, it's time for Soundbytes...  Where this episode has bands with a geographical references in the name... And then we chat Kenny Rodgers.  Just then Mike stands up and says "Holy Shit!! I gotta go!"  and before ya know it... I'm sitting here typing whatever seems to be coming out of my fingertips... not realizing that I'm thinking out loud, while typing... and the dog is just staring at me... wait... I don't have a dog.... SHIT the garage door's still open and it's a friggen racoon!  stay cool... maybe he'll leave after I give him a cookie... SHIT... it just scratched me... 

...does this mean that I'm going to turn into a Werecoon during full moon?... will I get rabies?... And if I eat those mysterious Chinese seeds that appeared in my mailbox... will it take care of any infliction that has just been bestowed upon my person, by this rabidness looking, soft and fuzzy... yet feisty enough to scratch the actual hand that was there to feed it?.... OHhhh the agony... what's to become of me... who will tend to whatever it is I actually do... and the dishes!    LOL.. ha ha ha... just kidding.  I'm actually seeing it someone's actually reading this.  Listen to the show.

The Super 30th Potluck Brothers' Podcast

Pat & Mike get Zapped! Steve eats a pepper... and soundbytes are all Diva!  What else do ya need?

The 29th Potluck Brothers' Podcast!

Holy Crap!! We're live!  ..and full of pizza.

...During the show, Mike Gets his ball out!

The 28th Potluck Brothers Podcast!!

All kinds of stuff happening tonight! ...We'd write more here... but it would take too long... 

The 27th Potluck Brothers' Podcast

The Country Music Episode... Yee Haw!  

The 26th Potluck Brothers' Podcast!

This week We talk a little about everything that's going on.... right now... In our brains.

Upgrades to the studio, Mike goes bowling, and a whole lot of other stuff.  Oh! ...and soundbytes from the 80's.

The 25th Potluck Brothers' Podcast

In this Episode... Insults, Pat's Teeth, SoundBytes, and Tony calls in...  

The 24th Potluck Brothers' Podcast

Short and sweet... The 3 kings met up for a quick therapy sitting... Tony B joins in for World News and Anthem SoundBytes.