Two hundred episodes, my gosh. We’re recording #200 at the end of April and we want you to be a part of the process, beb. We want you to choose the book club that we talk about on that very episode. Just imagine it: Jonesy stumbling over the synopsis...

Two hundred episodes, my gosh.

We’re recording #200 at the end of April and we want you to be a part of the process, beb. We want you to choose the book club that we talk about on that very episode.

Just imagine it: Jonesy stumbling over the synopsis for the book you chose. Backpeddling once he hears the other hosts’s opinions. Conforming. Dale wiping his dirt all over it, getting upset that the other two don’t love it as much as he does. Throwing his hands up in the air, getting all ornery. Slim keeping his thoughts to himself until Dale and Jonesy are done gushing all over each other that way he can crush dreams out in the open. Trying to wrap up the episode early so he can get to bed/watch WWE all night long.

Vote here and become a part of Pennsylvania history. Choose the 200th episode book club for Paperkeg.

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PAPERKEG MEETUP 4 Imagine it in your head, for just a moment. That time before last call, the cold concrete, those last 3 beers and shots you shouldn’t have had, that inappropriate comment Jonesy made, and that time before the Paperkeg toast. I’m...

PAPERKEG MEETUP 4

Imagine it in your head, for just a moment. That time before last call, the cold concrete, those last 3 beers and shots you shouldn’t have had, that inappropriate comment Jonesy made, and that time before the Paperkeg toast.

I’m talking about a Paperkeg Meetup!

Saturday, March 28th at Coco’s in Philadelphia could go down as the greatest night in our lives, if we can be frank. Drinks, food, friendship, kissing I mean what ha ha oh god.

Paperkeg was started because we thought we could do better than everyone else. I’m not sure if we can party better than everyone else, but we sure as heck are gonna try. Clear your schedules for Saturday and come on by Coco’s on 112 South 8th Street, between Chestnut and Sansom Streets for a drink or 5. Maybe we’ll make it to a karaoke bar at 1am. Maybe we’ll just walk and never stop. Maybe we’ll talk about Fear Agent until 5am. Who can stop me I mean us??

Dale will be there, no doubt. Guy is counting the hours until he ditches his kids at home possibly with a babysitter or some such. More than likely will just microwave them some chicken nuggets while the car is rolling down his driveway in neutral, that way he can just jump into the car and be on his way before they even realize. Fatherhood. Jonesy will be there, by gawd. Guy is going to try hard to pull himself away from Titanfall for one minute which means one hour which could mean 12 days for all he knows. Hopefully he’ll be there on time for the host toast. Probably going to hold court in the corner of the bar making some chair his thrown all regal like. Sponsored by Hanes the whole time. Hopefully we all make it coherently until at least some other people show up. Should we all just take the train there at this point? How will I even be able to fit my Fear Agent omnis onto the train I mean yeesh. Thinking out loud.  Slim will be there. Probably going on about his job in New York and cackling about something or other Xperia Instagram smart band Flyers Halo James battery life. That’s all that guy is. Good looking, too.

So there you have it. Maybe like 7or 8pm. The night before WrestleMania. Coco’s and Paperkeg and you. Let’s get drunk.

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Paperkeg Meetup Vol. 3 Announcement When we started Paperkeg a little over 3 years ago, we wanted to keep it simple. Do our best to deliver the highest quality podcast on a weekly basis. That was it. Then you guys started in. Waving the temptation of...

Paperkeg Meetup Vol. 3 Announcement

When we started Paperkeg a little over 3 years ago, we wanted to keep it simple. Do our best to deliver the highest quality podcast on a weekly basis. That was it. Then you guys started in. Waving the temptation of beer in front of our faces. Promising to spend time with us if we put something together.

Three years later, and here we are. Organizing our THIRD annual Paperkeg Meetup and at this point it’s Paperkeg canon. Not some thing we felt forced to do and then no one shows up. We have had confirmed Canadiens drive down for this thing. 

July 19th, 2014 this year. That’s the date to mark on your calendars. Paperkeg and friends of Paperkeg will converge on Philadelphia’s Barcade for another year of merriment. Another year for Slim’s iron stomach to undergo the punishment that only unlimited Long Island Iced Teas can dish out. 

We three hosts will be there, you better believe we’ll be there. Hoping we can do another toast, just the three of us, before the festivities get started. The arcade of Barcade will be there. And you. Hopefully you. We need you to come out and say hi. Introduce yourself if we have only met on twitter, or one of your amazing emails to the show. You guys make this thing what it is. We have to do it before Jonesy can’t. You may have heard. Driving back up from the “(urban) swamps of Georgia” he projectile vomited all over his truck dashboard, and then his leg swelled up and frankly no one knows what it is but his Virginian ER doctor said he was “pretty sure it wasn’t Malaria.” His leg is so hideous and swelled that former host Mark Farrington would literally describe his leg as “schwolt.” We have to do it before Dale can’t. Dale is run so ragged nowadays he will probably be sleeping standing up at Barcade. In front of the Golden Axe 2 machine, most like. He’s always had those black as night circles under his eyes, but nowadays they really mean something. Mean he’s so far out of touch with what it means to be physically fit and energetic that he’s liable to make a grave mistake with the real glassware he started bringing downstairs with him. Glassware. Hard liquor. Walls. Tile floor. Wrists. Carotid arteries. Drunkenness. We have to do it before Slim can’t. Slim is mired in a console war of his very own, and pressures might start rising any day now. Guy is a father. A father who drinks caramel vodka and apple cider while sitting at his dining room table thinking about all of the Xbox Ones he doesn’t have. Because too many people in his life tell him no. Where would we be now if someone told the Wright Brothers “no”? Where would we be now if someone told Tom Cruise “no”? Where would we be now if someone told the guy who produced the Spawn movie soundtrack “no”? Exactly.

Enough already. Here is the link to the public event on Facebook. Reply if you’re so inclined. Also, give Paperkeg a ‘like’ even. July 19th, guys. You and us. 

It’s going to be a great night.