Well, folks, it might finally be time to pack the ol' podcast in. Call 'er quits. Drop the bologna curtain, as they say. Now, before you start seeing red, hear us out—we pull quite a Fonzie this week, and not in the cute-older-Henry-Winkler-renaissance-we're-all-enjoying sense. We jump over so many god damn sharks in this one, you won't believe your perfect robotic eyes. Later on, Tapan's the hippest hemp-cat this side of the street, Josh throws it back to the Matthau era, and Mike pilots his metacopter to new heights. Pairings: pencil thin eyebrows; porous borders; hands for hands
Well, folks, it might finally be time to pack the ol' podcast in. Call 'er quits. Drop the bologna curtain, as they say. Now, before you start seeing red, hear us out—we pull quite a Fonzie this week, and not in the cute-older-Henry-Winkler-renaissance-we're-all-enjoying sense. We jump over so many god damn sharks in this one, you won't believe your perfect robotic eyes. Later on, Tapan's the hippest hemp-cat this side of the street, Josh throws it back to the Matthau era, and Mike pilots his metacopter to new heights.
Pairings: pencil thin eyebrows; porous borders; hands for hands