Sat, 25 April 2015
We're back bitches. For how long, only the gods can tell. Probably a while.
Shit has been busy as hell, I mean fuck me, we recorded this nearly 90 minute shit show of oratorial magic Wednesday fucking night, and here we are. It's Saturday, I have a weird shame glaze all over me, and it's a done deal.
We talk Sabres, Bills, TV chefs, the creepiness of John Wawrow on twitter, and SBA's overwhelming hatred of Long Island.
Music by way of The Jambrones, The Lost Boyz, Phoebe Ryan, The Tallest Man on Earth and Haim. Incidentally, I am a 32 year old man and am seriously considering seeing Haim open for Taylor Swift in the Meadowlands this summer. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.