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Kid stuff.  FTW!

At least we get a small chat with Sandra.  The rest is just the rambling of a lonely man.  I still can't get over the fact that a kangaroo's scrotum hangs in front of its penis.  They don't call it Down Under for nothing.  I just want everyone to know that this week's music is really really good.  Exceptional, if I do say so myself.  Electric Gary even tries to give us a tranquil moment... I ruin it... but he tries!  Enjoy

Its the episode you've all been waiting for.  What went down that fateful day?  Did our heroine stay clean?  Was the Doula worth the doughla?  How many stitches and where were they stutched?  Stitcheded?  Whatever.  I am happy to say that I finally met the little man, Son of a Sanchez.  He is awesome.  I didn't hold him cause he wiggles and I cry, but I did finally figure out what I am gonna call the little bugger.  Have a listen and find out for yourselves.  Enjoy. -M

Big thanks to everyone who took part in this.  Fisher Price is not a sponsor, but they make great phones

Refreshed. FTW!!

First off, let me say sorry to Top 5 Mike.  I forgot his segment.  The guests left.  So, its at the end of the show after the last song.  Its the funniest part of the show, so its worth the wait.  It also has its own chapter so if you are a soulless music hater, you can just jump to it.  Its the least I can do.  I should really smoke less pot during the taping, but with Sanchez gone, its kinda like drowning my sorrows in smoke.  Plus, I expected my guests to carry the show.  They stumbled at times, but always got back up, like that stubborn chubby kid you always tripped

Sound the Trumpets!!

Yikes.  If this is any indication of whats in store for you people until Sandra comes back, then I guess the best way to look at it is like a podcasting summer vacation.  Don't get me wrong.  Tonight's show was really fun, and I am glad to have done it.  But from your point of view, it may seem a little lopsided and aloof... But that is only because the show was a little lopsided and aloof.  You know those test patterns that used to go on TV when the programming ran out late at night?  Its like one of those, except more nonsense and giggling.  Enjoy.  -MM

This was not supposed to happen.  I predicted two weeks ago that this child would have joined us by now.  I already have a bone to pick with it.  So, enjoy the last show with a parent and a lesbian talking.  After this, its two parents talking.  Thats crazy, right

Alright already.  Enough is enough.  I mean, COME ON CHOAD(e)!!  Come out already.  The world awaits.  Its been, like, two fucking years.  This is the moment that we have all been waiting for, and that no one is really ready for... except the momma, who is calm, cool and collected.  Oh, how things change

Bailed on. FTW

I think we do a pretty good job covering everything tonight.  Mexico?  Check.  Blood pressure?  Check.  Speedo.  Double check.  Plus we talk about Mike Schmidt for a while and open a present.  Its pretty nice to be back.  See for yourself.  Plus, a special contest.   Enjoy

Sorry about the delay folks.  Here is an episode to rival any travel/wine tasting show out there.  This was where my head was at before I left for Mexico.  Have a listen, then go to junkmailmind.com and tune in next week to find out if I had to head for higher ground... no pun intended. -Michael

This was one hectic week for one of our hosts, and a week full of nervous anticipation for the other.  As one life ends, another sharp toothed life begins, and everybody feels the great relief of a crotch less sniffed and the great pain of a nipple more mangled.  So it is written.  Barf in the sun

Sean Connery stops by.  Seriously.  He recites lines from some his greatest films, and the most incredible movies he was never in.  Sanchez fights to stay awake and Michaels reads a bedtime story.  Then, everybody points out some mental defects our hosts suffers from, and our host revels in his suffering.  This one is a dog's breakfast.  Now eat it