Washed up Radio
Summary: Washed up Radio is merely the melding of two of the nation\\\'s- nay, the world\\\'s!- finest voices. Each episode contains equal parts terror, mystique, and romance. Every moment of every show provides the smallest peek into the smallest window of the smallish minds of two fascinating (and handsome) individuals. What you get with Washed up Radio isn\\\'t informative. It isn\\\'t polished. It\\\'s hardly discernible. What you don\\\'t get is the close-minded, talking-head mentality of those other, not as fancy-smelling shows- or the niche-based focus of all those dedicated to entertaining you via the bitter pill of dry facts and dryer personalities. No- with Washed up Radio you can expect a plethora of (pinatas) topics being richly discussed and debated over. The exposing of the inner-workings of two trifling, trifling busters for your sick enjoyment. It will be as if a million voices cried in terror and were suddenly silenced!- Perhaps not as dramatic as all that, but a multitude of emotions and sensations, if you will.
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Podcasts:
Butter and Oil. Where your boys buy electronics from piles and meet the new pope.
Butter and oil. Where your boys buy electronics from piles and meet the new pope.
Shortpants 1-5. Where your boys put on some fucking shortpants.
Bathing: With Angela Lansbury. Where your "boys" are just living in London doing their thing.
Small wonder. Where your boys get chilly.
Four, please. Where your boys paint an entire apartment in one afternoon (two coats!).
New Years. Where your boys review 2012 and put on their short pants.
All I want for Christmas is poos. Where your boys do Christmas right.
Fuckin' Mom-become-bear. Where your boys make some meringues.
The fart-box, if you will. Where your boys unveil a medical breakthrough.
Shave a little off the top. Where your boys literally talk shaving for 20 minutes.
Washed up Radio: Origins. Where your boys become your boys.
Sorry, dude. Our new show isn't quite ready- enjoy this tripe!
Colvo. Where your boys wax political (a little), have uneventful* weekends, and honor an American worth honoring.
Unsolved Mysteries (of the ass). Where your boys survive the storm, peep Marios, and check the bowl.
