https://media.blubrry.com/timefortheshow/archive.org/download/0111-tfts-20160316/0111TFTS20160316.mp3 Podcast: Play in new window | Download Subscribe: Android | Email | RSS Fidd and Faux only have a few hours to bill to the show, so Peas joins them and special guest Reverend Caller who has somehow gained access to the main gate at Hypercube Labs. It only takes a few minutes, but […]
Fidd is drunk. Caller #23 joins the show as peas’s understudy. Daylight Savings Time, Ontario, 1908. Hitler was the first in space. Fidd sneezes drunkenly. Our Discord’s users’ meme war. Calvin peeing on Calvin. Peas pokes fabric. Fidd is drunk. RIP Whitey Bulger. Peas gets racialist. Jodi Arias sends Fidd some bagels. The reason crazy kids aren’t allowed gum. Is Peas our Klinger or our Radar? Who are you vaping? “Unicorn space jism”. The twenty-third caller. Patreon love. Fidd is drunk. Doesn’t Faux know it’s just a show? Fidd’s disambidextrous throne. Hazel of the Windmills’s fourtune read by peas. Fidd drunkenly interprets a bible verse for Hazel. The Google Play link. Peas leaves Caller #23 in charge. IS IT A BAND?! Caller #23 apologizes for the show on behalf of peas.
Doktor Faux is once again alone in the studio, now under the full effect of the outside world’s quarantine. Caller23 dials in to keep the show moving somehow, and the two slowly (very) discover a more efficient way to synthesize peasium from the comedy-waves being generated.
