In an exciting format twist Ian and Kev are joined this time out by Chris meaning that, for the first time, everyone who actually listens to the podcast was there when it was recorded. They all had a jolly good time discussing:
- Even keels
- Inner smiles and secret smiles
- The merits of tinned fruit
- Hooting eyes
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Some interesting and very current matters brought up during that ‘cast. I’m glad we’re so intuitive.
I haven’t listened to this yet, except during the recording of it.
I did listen and forgot everything. I’m almost worried as to how much I never remember any of these recordings. Am I actually there? Was it really me?
I still haven’t listened yet but I do have very clear memories of you being both there and you during the recording of this.
As long as it was me and not someone else. We decided today that Reuben is more me than I ever was when I was me, so there was a chance he was filling in for me when I wasn’t me (what?).
I have now listened to this and I had forgotten about you slamming people’s secret smiles. I’m glad I’d forgotten because it was a joy, A JOY, to rediscover it.
Why aren’t more people listening to these?
I have been telling my family and close friends about da beans for as long as I can remember. They’re all LAZY halfwits. Their lives would be tice times better if they heard our beanscasts.
They totally would. This stuff is so good it turns the sixwide fourwide.
Sometimes we are so awesome that it goes over other peoples heads. After I shared it on facebook, my mum listened to a few episodes, but then decided she “had better things to do than listen to you[me] and Ian ramble on about nonsense”.
I’m not sure I’ve ever heard such a misguided statement.
Are you sure she’s your mum? Why would she say something so hurtful like that?
My feelings are hurt. Hurty feelings.
She’s clearly wrong, don’t misunderstand me, but I’m fairly sure she’s my mum.
Your feelings have no place here. Put them back in the cupboard.
His feelings won’t fit in a cupboard. The best we can hope for is that they can be shoved into the garage without lifting the roof off.
We may need someone to build an extension to accommodate my buoyancing feelings (what?)
I will try to stuff them into individual jam jars for now.
If you don’t understand you, what chance do we have?
That’s a very good point.
WRITE THAT DOWN.
The chances of me not understanding me are very slim, but it does happen on occasion, and the world shinkles under the pressure.
I wrote it down. Now what happens?
Just like we did in 2001, I’m a-gonna tilt my head and squint with delight.
Also, I’m going to marvel at the fact that I told someone to do something and they actually did it.