So, I guess this is a thing again. Which, you know, not really a terrible thing, per se. For instance, we could have started hanging out with the “wrong crowd,” joined a punk band, taken up skin popping sweet lady H, maybe get a neck tattoo and some LINKS!

There’s other stuff, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Also, not going to lie, I’m kinda lazy.

WHOA! Didn’t see you there! With your come-hither eyes and your sensuous, pouting plumber’s crack. Of all the gin joints in all the jointed gins in all the Ginny Joiner jointed ginger geiger jo-jo j…j…gah.

I’m really out of practice with this. Anyway, here’s your links or whatever. I guess.

Other stuff too, I guess. Whatever.

Whoa. I mean WHOA. What the hell happened? The last thing I remember is July, and heat and primaries, and the next thing you know, Mitt Romney’s waiting tables in Disneyland and we’re up for another four years of that nice Kenyan man running the country. Cocaine’s a hell of a drug, folks, and so is LINKS!

Seriously, folks, we spend like a solid hour talking about about math. I’m…I’m not sure that, in good conscience, I can recommend you listen to this show. You might learn something, and that’s just not right.