Episode 11 - Strictly for My Neighbors

Prepare yourself for an unintentionally local episode as we talk about a bunch of townie shit in the process of examining the big question: What does it take to get you to leave the house? Also a tangent about line jumping and lots of Jonathan coughing because he's got a cold.

Episode 10 - It Sucks to Be Called Smart

Little bit of a surprise this time around as we introduce a new element to the show! Also, Jonathan gets down in the dumps about getting called a genius all the time. Boo hoo. But it can be a burden to be called smart. There's some discussion of that, a surprising new bathroom observation, and some Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon talk.

Episode 9 - Sometimes You Want to Live Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Sure, you've watched TV. But have you really ever examined the interior lives of the characters and thought about how your life might mesh with theirs? This is just a high-flown way of saying, "What TV show would you most like to live in?" It's not that serious.

Episode 8 - We're Norm Experts

Some things are right, and some things are wrong. Why is some shit so important? Especially in the bathroom. Man, do we talk a lot about the bathroom this episode. Prepare to hear a bunch of dumb opinions about norms.

Episode 7 - Be All That You Can Let Yourself Be

We follow up on lying to kids with another scenario. And why is it so damn hard to try something out, like wearing a hat? And what the hell are the short rows, anyway? Loose episode!

Episode 6 - Planes, Trains, and...Submarines?

The brakes are off in this episode. We explore an absurd hypothetical travel situation, tackle an unfamiliar idiom suggested by one of our loyal listeners, and pontificate about workaday composers of yore.

Episode 5 - Which Came First: The Rabbit or the Egg?

With Easter behind us, we reflect on the important question of the holiday: What the hell do rabbits and eggs have to do with Easter? There is no doubt scholarly research on the topic, but we couldn't be bothered to look it up.