While the name “Eden Center” suggests a new-age retreat or maybe a cult where the bedding of the underage is not only tolerated but encouraged, it’s actually a Vietnamese mall a few miles outside of DC we have mentioned in passing on the show a few times previously. Well, Pete
We start with a tribute to Maurice White of Earth, Wind and Fire, who died right before the recording. If you’re expecting anything in-depth, don’t: I’m a honkey in my mid-30s, meaning I can name three EW+F songs and have banged to none of them. But we do our best.
The start of 2016 has been a bloodbath for interesting artists. David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Glenn Frey, Jon Lovitz…it’s just all been bad news. Co-hostess Butters and I cover what we thought of each (passing judgment from our mighty tower of podcast triumph) and I also give my thoughts on
Can you imagine if Making a Murderer was an investigation into the death of Lemmy Kilmister? Now THAT’S entertainment! Alas, the two articles in the title are unrelated, meaning we first mourn the passing of one of rock’s great singers, then get to our latest Netflix addiction: Making a Murderer
Unlike every other suburban white kid, I wasn’t raised to worship Star Wars. Which means, despite my paunch, beard and glasses, I don’t really give much of a shit about the release of The Force Awakens. Co-host Pete Maybe tries to tell me I’m an idiot for this, and we
Last week, Amy Schumer took a photo for the Pirelli Magazine that couldn’t be more unflattering if it tried. Tons of people (our dear co-host Butters included) have praised it as brave and beautiful. And, while I agree it’s brave to put out a horrid photo of oneself, when it
Terrestrial radio fucking sucks. That sentence both random and vulgar without context, so permit me to elaborate: There was a time I loved radio. As a kid, my local “guy talk” station, WJFK, started my day with Howard Stern and gave me Don & Mike in the afternoon. It was
We recorded this almost two weeks ago, so I remember very little of the content. It was a jumble of thoughts after the terrorist attacks in France and a meditation on religious beliefs, radical or otherwise, in general. It probably sounds as dated as a fucking Fat Boys record because
For those of you that don’t play video games whatsoever and find even their mention disgusting, don’t worry: The title of this show is due to a ten minute rant toward the end of the show. You can enjoy the rest just fine. We discuss the new Star Wars trailer.
I tell the tale of how a white guy (with racially-ambiguous hair) goes about picking an ethnic barbershop after receiving an awful haircut that left me feeling like a freshly shaven slut. We also make the case that wearing a cool costume on Halloween is the one way a guy
Usually, the heavily lifting of the show’s humiliation-for-laughs theme is done by yours truly. But, I have to give it up to co-host Pete this week, he really took one for the team by revealing that he starred in a lower-than-B grade horror film. We watch and mock, and I
Our new Halloween Month continues as we spend the last 20 minutes of the episode reviewing (well, panning) Curse Of Chucky, not only one of the worst horror movies I’ve seen, but up there in terms of worst movies, period. If you want to waste 90 minutes of your life
For the entirety of October, the Papa’s Basement crew thought it would be fun to watch bad horror movies, then dissect just why they’re awful on-air. First up is Hellbound: Hellraiser II. It’s on Netflix in case you want to play along at home, in which case, watch it, then
It’s October, which means, for some of us, a month-long celebration of Halloween, aka the holiday us weirdos tend to focus on. The Papa’s Basement gang is going to spend the month doing horror movie reviews and taking listener Tweets and calls about what they should be watching and including
A papal visit to DC, NYC and Philadelphia revealed a troubling truth to me: Old women really, really have it for Pope Francis. We laugh about all of our mothers and their holy hardons, discuss PigGate (the best political scandal you might not have heard of), and, inspired by that,