A Breath of Fresh Beans returns for season 4: The Skype Year(s).
In this glorious return the three of us discuss:
- Secret blankets
- Blanket mockery
- Schrodinger’s Picture
- Bed porn
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13 comments on “Episode 23: Hiding Things”
I’m scraping together a long line of this to snort up this evening.
(I didn’t do that thing but I will be tonight, promise)
Kevin, you and your sordid blanket-hiding shenanigans are disgusting and I had completely forgotten how much of a filth hound you really are.
I haven’t listened to this yet, but I’m excited to be reminded about how much of a filth hound Kev is, because I’ve evidently forgotten.
My “blanket-hiding shenanigans” are purely functional. It’s you and Chris whose minds are in the gutter.
Then why didn’t you mention it sooner? Got something to hide, mac?
He thought he was big man on campus with his blanket in a pillow lark.
I’ve now had a pleasant reminder of the extent to which Kev is a massive filth hound. Next time I go round to his house I’m going to be unzipping all the upholstery. I expect once you get inside the sofa cushions and the bedding you’ll soon find that nothing is what it seems.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! (what?)
Perhaps you should start now, there sounds like a lot of cushions to get through. Take some time off work, put your new house to one side and start the zips.
Wait, if you unzip something then you’re opening something. You zip it back up to close the thing. If you unzip it again is that a re-zip?
I feel like you’re on the verge of a breakthrough here, so rather than interrupt, I’m just going to stand back and wait for the eureka moment. Stick at it.
I’ve been staring at the wall with my mouth open for the last *counts* many days and I don’t think I’m going to get it. Do you want to elbow me out the way and steal my eureka?
No, that would be rude. I think instead we should just pretend it’s already happened, and if anyone asks we just tell them that they should have been here, because it’s too late to go back and start explaining the eureka now.
You’re right, no eurekas for anyone but burakkas for everyone! (if you pay for them).