You are going to SHIT YOUR FACE when you hear this episode. This week’s magic phrase is “Nariff Nariff Barungaroo”. Doktor/Engineer/Doktor Faux is running the show from Hypercube HQ all by his lonesome while Fidd Chewley calls in from Tampa and Reverand [sic] peas [sic] calls in from his desert hidey-hole. The hosts attempt to play a new game, “That’s Racist”, but peas has to be a crybaby about the rules, so the game is abandoned in favor of the tried-and-true game, “Is It a Band”. The militantism of tennis ball-boys and executive chefs is explained. Fidd Chewley wins the Kenny Floyd Memorial Award for most drunken podcruster. The entire second hour of the show is spent speculating on what kind of dress what’s-her-tits is going to wear to the royal wedding.
Peas is late to the show, and Doktor Faux suggests there is a “script”. Faux begins his downward spiral for the next few shows as he falls victim to mass-media manipulation. Peas talks about pee-pee, and cusses.
Showrogan throws the pasketti at the wall and the showbois grab their cherry-picking sticks. Peas leads a conversation about race-relations, after reminding us he has friends who aren’t white, in response to the recent diatribe by Dilbert creator Scott Adams. The hosts also banter shortly about media-bias comments by Elon Musk and Woody Harrelson.
