It was a confusing week… the messages that were being sent by the Supreme Leader were, at best, mixed and confusing. The bigger question is simply who exactly was he talking at? Because it didn’t make much sense to the Good friar or the Rabbi.
Swatting is still a thing, and even if the interwebs are protected by the 1st Amendment, should the use of the internet to incite violence – even if it is just potential violence – be allowed?
Dave’s WTF story just cannot hold up to Rod’s and literally nobody in the world, except Sarah Michelle Gellar, cares that she is still married to Freddie Prinze, Jr.
The important lesson this week, is if you’re going to send a message, do it smartly. Send nudes!
Both the Friar and the Rabbi are… experiencing the after effects of too much drink, song and social media. The Good Friar is in Twitter Jail, while the Rabbi is fascinated by an alien invasion of North Carolina. Bless their hearts…
Some technical issues have the show time limited again, but the boys are still here to ask the question: What The Frock?
After a couple of weeks of deafness, Dave can finally hear again. Also, we no longer have to wear facemasks.
The cancelling of dead white guys who contributed to society and science continues, as now even Charles Darwin finds himself on the chopping block for being a racists, sexist, misogynist who shouldn’t be remembered for anything else.
The Good Friar and the Rabbi are here to help you step up your dating game!
Back in June of 1987, almost forty years ago, in case you weren’t feeling old already, a fellow by the name of Terrance Trent D’Arby released his first solo album, which he then described as “the most important album since Sgt Peppers.”
He was of course, over exaggerating, but on purpose because he wanted to make a point. Then he died and to this day nobody understanding the point he was trying to make. We aren’t likely to figure it out because, as he said, “Sometimes you just have to hit people over the head with it.”
This helps explain why Robert Kraft got away with going to a Massage Parlor. Or as as we now refer to them, a “Spa.”
Digital rights are all the rage right now, for pretty much anything you can convince a fool to buy. And in the weather, Waterspouts are attacking the Coast of Washington State.