Fidd Chewley is calling in from Tampax again, which results in the show being mostly unlistenable (so on-par) . In this super-condensed episode the guys turn blind eyes which results in peas achieving his first “solid” erection as he goes on to tell Fidd how good his blind-eye was for the rest of the show.
It’s our first episode since the Fourth of July, the date recognized the world over as the anniversary of the date Lord Donald Trump attained Constitutional Buddhahood. This week: Every other country should give up their retarded language and speak English. Doktor Faux makes the “Call of Duty” argument for patriotism, citing America’s sweet K/D ratio. Stolen Valor is a felony, but Fidd Chewley knows a guy who sublets him some valor under-the-table, so it’s all good. Reverand [sic] peas [sic] is doing the show EFFED-THE-EFF-UP from mixing rum with the meds he’s taking for dem Shingles, and Fidd pre-emptively gives him the Kenny Floyd Award. NEW GAME: “Is It a Band?” We try to play it. It “works”. By the end of the show, peas does a good job apologizing for everything except the fact that the Blind Eye segment never completely got off the ground, but that’s not bad for a guy who is, as I said earlier, EFFED-THE-EFF-UP on Shingles meds and rum.
THIS IS IT!!! After months of preperation, Doktor Faux implements the TFTS Algorithm and the experiments begin. Reverand peas seals the door on the comedy-airlock and the two cram nearly three years worth of “on-air practice” like horseshoes in a boxing-glove and they hit the clock as HARD AS THEY CAN. Re-imagined, re-invented and re-birthed it’s… TIME FOR THE SHOW!!!
