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Time for the Show 1×61: Perchance to Pustulate
Potassium chloride does not prevent erections.
Time for the Shill
When I was a boy, I took a fondness towards the praying mantis. The way they would stand, unwavering against any terrain or element. These noble beasts reigned over lands, wetting their insatiable hunger they were inherently built to sustain. I picked one up once. It pinched my finger just a little bit. It scared […]
Time for the Show 1×60: Two Girls, One Cuck
If your ears aren’t dripping with amniotic fluid after listening to this episode, then we’ll give you TRIPLE YOUR DIGNITY BACK! For the entirety of this episode, Cat Feather plays the role of Fidd Chewley, Aster Six plays the role of Argus Faux, and peas plays the role of whoever plays the role of peas when peas isn’t present! 60 is a highly composite number, and episode 60 of TFTS turned out to be a highly composite version of the show as exterpreted by the most capable of all proxies. HOW AUSPICIOUS! Not since banks started offering sugar-free lollipops has such an advantageous circumstance eventuated itself — this time in an easily digestible podcast suppository! Get off your ass, sit down, and in the words of Chuck Berry’s fictional cousin, “Listen to THIS!”
Time for the Show 1×59: Quiefing for Allah
“… and thus the imperative which refers to the choice of means to one’s own happiness, that is, the precept of Time for the Show, is always hypothetical; the action is not commanded absolutely, but only as the means to another purpose, especially when ipecac syrup is not available.” — Immanuel Kant