Crazy Religos: Who Really Rules The World?In the second installment of Crazy Religos, I’ve decided to bring you the wonderfully insightful pamphlet, “Who Really Rules the World?” from the Jehovah’s Witnesses. If you didn’t think they were a bit odd for spending time going and bothering folks on their doorstep to talk about their imaginary friends then maybe you’ll be fine with the conculsions in here, but for the rest of us…
Episode 16: Socks
I know, I know, I missed a month. It’s sort of worth the wait though, Chris gets sweary at the start of this one and wait ’til you hear next month’s episode… phew.
Anyway, this time we discuss:
Episode 15: GravestonesWe’re cranking them out this year, 3 for 3. Yep you heard. Cranking.
This time around we discuss:
Crazy Religos: The Jesus DiscoThere was a time, quite a while ago that Ian (or possibly John) used to find/accumulate/aquire bizzare religious pamphlets. For some reason they decided that I should be the recipient of these. I still have two of them. This is the first one, which was given the forboding title of ‘Afraid of being left behind?’.
Episode 14: Animal AugmentationI have to admit this ones a weird one. Usually I give some bullet points of whats going on in the episode but to do that would spoil this one, so you’ll just have to go into it blind.
Good luck.
If you are affected by any of the themes in today’s podcast,… erm… oops.
Bean Grab – Jan 2020!Look everyone, look over there…
Just there, you see that green bit, yeah, just behind that… no left a bit.
Haha, whilst you’re all looking over there I’m sneaking off to Chris’ statistical bean cupboard and pinching one. What are you going to do? You’re off looking at that thing over there.
Got one!
Whats that? You cant see it? Keep looking… Yeah just behind that bush….
Suckers.
Episode 13: IvyEpisodes is back with another cracking example. Yes, I know its been fucking ages, but what are you going to do about it?
This time out we ponder the evergreen topic of Ivy, specifically:
A Punishment of SortsI watched the sky with a tear in my eye, the kitty hawk in full flight. A gorgeous view, my legs askew, she soared across the night. I followed her close, my words verbose, a beacon of fur and claws. She deftly swooped and almost scooped the mouse king in her jaws. He pushed away, in fits of dismay, desperate to escape. There was no luck, as all it took was a tiny tear in his cape. The king he fell and I heard the bell, it was all over now. Applause, commotion, fierce devotion; a curtsy and a bow.