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PNS177 Gaybomb

Boomtacular bloggist and all-around hotty David J. in the stud-joe this eve. We had a lot of funzies. If I could just stop my diarrhea, life would be complete.
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More Rob Lindley sha-nay-nee at The Daily Purge and How Much Do We Love.
[update!] Don't forget Chicago pride on June 24th. We'll be in front of
The Jewels. Bromtons and Broadways.
PNS177: Nice work Brownie
Labels: International House of Buttcakes, your manbutt, zinger
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Live axe the Wads - PNS161 - 03.28.07

I'm in France y'all! We drove through South France, and now Gay Expat is ever so gracious to have us over in Paris. Devin and I are having an amazing time. Tré romantic! Thanks to Ryan too! He let us stay at his flat in London. We both wish we had more time with you Ryan! Come to Chicago sometime.
On to the episode. Tradgedy express, all aboard-- David and Devin in the house. Drink spilled on account of 8 million cords. Hand wringing about coat (I have a stain stick you can use). St. Patty day rapee's. We talk about our outfits. Shelly Long is a whore. What did we do today? Devin isn't any drunker than us, just shy everyone. Having diabeetus is hard and junk. No headphones make Skype all echoey n' shit. Pat's dead mom doesn't wear headphones. Devin privates are huge. Ah, we fix skype. Pat is bofe shower and a grower and his cock gets a yellow participation ribbon. Dave's cock is "fine", but probably huge. My cock is huge, and Devin agrees. Chris has a nice Italian sassage that is 7.5 inches. HAY! Chris is single and lovin' it. Beejer talk. Mrs. Garrett script on the way! I phone in my Mrs. Garrett impersonation. I just now realize that Chris Diani is the famous indi-filmaker! Neat! I meant to axe him if he knows of Shawn Durr. Wool sweater is good for the humidity. Anonymous movie talk. More beejer talk. Netflix queu. Devee's Sister Bertril makes me giggle. We're Going to Get It Tonight (That's right, ooh Yeah!) song ends.
PNSexplosion - Episode 161
Labels: Ann Coulter's gaping gyne, diarrhea, fupas, International House of Buttcakes, right ladies?, Shitwater Lake Travel Bearou, vag, vagine, vajay-jay, wine soaked tampons, your manbutt
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Got Blacklung? - PNS160 - 03.20.07

Funny show today! Sussie Sisson is back in the hizzy and did her best to not talk about fingerbanging. Voice letter-box time. We make haikus, and make fun that all of you are methadone addled burn victims. Call 206 888 GAYZ. Right now. Then leave a comment for this show and boomtacular. It makes us feel oh so happy.
Woo! Gieger time! Gieger gives us ANTM update. Gieger needs to move here because I love him so.
Jeopardy time! Straight girls end up coming in and are gassy, but in a strange and unexpected turn don't fingerblast. Well played ladies. Got blacklung? Try new Lungbrush, from 'Scuse ME!®, the sister company of Right Lady's?®, the makers of Raspberry Rain Douche for Your Butt, Your Manbutt. We do something completely original and refreshing and sing Hot Mashed Potatos Tonight a-freakin-gain. Just a note to listeners: if you don't like a skit, like say The Jesuit Priests, its best to not tell me and Pat. We'll just do it more. Pat tells us about when he was 13 years old and wore a flimsy white linen skirt and got raped during his family reunion. International call from Saudi Arabia! Neat. We don't quite understand the question so we do a fatwah. Kelly Rippa, Regis, Dekota Fanning, Elizabeth Hasselbeck (note to Jehad Jerry: please make it violent), Ann Coulter (obvious, but whateves), Gale King, Oprah, and the makers of The Secret. Sandra Lee gets a fatwah warning and Pat wants to shank her right in the puss which is pretty reasonable once you think about it. We forget about trying to answer the previous question from Saudi Arabia. I tell everyone my deep dark secret about sticking a Stain Stick up my butt. Don't tell anyone, because I'd be totally mortified. I also used to bite and fuck pillows. But, shhh, don't tell anyone my shame.
Because I know so much about women's bodies, I describe female masturbation. Sussie debunks our wine soaked tampon in butt theory. Does anyone know about this, or have tried it? Uh oh, Pat's mic is cutting out. Sussie tells us her story about applicating her first tampon, which is funny and heartwarming. Love Sussie to bits. How much do we love Ikea Meatballs? Pat would totally get it on with the cadavers at Body World (yes, he is that emotionally unavailable). I kid, I kid.
Losin' Steam (Tonight!) song. We really only planned on a 20 minute show, but end up closing out after 50 minutes with an Eyetalian disco song from Fourfour.
P.S.-- If you'd like to contribute to Noah and Devin's dream vacashe (nutshell: we be broke asses 'cause they are self employed and just moved) here is a link. We are so grateful for all the donations so far, and this will be our last shameless plea, we pinky swear. Go over to boomtacular for periodic posts from France! If you didn't donate, all of us thank you for just listening/reading. xoxox
PNSexplosion - Episode 160
Labels: explosive bloody diarrhea, International House of Buttcakes, Mennon, Shitwater Lake Travel Bearou, vag, vagine, vajay-jay, wine soaked tampons, your manbutt
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Feekeez - PNS159 - 03.15.07
Before the show started, Pat tracked in poop onto the brand new carpet and we all had a collective meltdown. We all worked through it. Later this same evening, Dahlia wanted to make him feel better via taking a huge dumper on the kitchen floor. Awe! Thanks Dahlia. Seriously, Scat Party y'all! Any donations to get the shit stains out would be wonderful. PNS staff issued shoes-off memo.
Sussie Sisson in the house! She is the sweetest gal. Her voice reminds me of another sweet gal, Sara from How Much Do We Love.... Lets all make out, lahmlahmlahm.
I can't figure out the One Touch. I'll read the (e)manual (lewis) and do it in an episode or two, and by it, I mean tit and by tit, I mean your tits. We talk about Timberlake for a bit, and I promise to play Dick in a Box at the end. I, of course, do not. We axe scott to put the paypal button on, but his fingers got too greezy from eating his ginzo food from his homeland and his fingers slipped off the keyboard. God, I love the vidjoe for Buttons! When they skank up Big Spender from Sweet Charity I get so excited. We break to have 'za and refresh drinks. Pat says Sussie makes him feel safe, and I have to agree. Zodiac killer drops by to deliver some unwiches.
Hot Tomale candies rule, but the ad guy from Ferrera Pan is a filthy animal and tried to finger bang Abortion Annie. I finally get skype to work... or not. Skype is hard and junk. Sussie tells us about Alex Trebec; she didn't get fingerbanged. Vanna Whites cho-cha smells like tedelschiedel, and you prolly wouldn't want to bang that thing with your finger. We pause to get the the Skypes to work, and we don't edit at all and end up singing Miami. Scott tricks us a la Jimmy Jam. I like it when Rose says "take it home!". Shit sammy editing, and we don't even care n' thangs, haaaay. Jealous? We call Gieger and is hilar as usual. We talk to him for about 2 minutes, which seems a little short after all that set up. We talk about falling seepies on the toity. We promise to play Sunshine and Lollypops next episode, you can guess how that turned out. We sing Miami again. Pat's high note rattles my prostate.
PNSexplosion - Episode 159
Sussie Sisson in the house! She is the sweetest gal. Her voice reminds me of another sweet gal, Sara from How Much Do We Love.... Lets all make out, lahmlahmlahm.
I can't figure out the One Touch. I'll read the (e)manual (lewis) and do it in an episode or two, and by it, I mean tit and by tit, I mean your tits. We talk about Timberlake for a bit, and I promise to play Dick in a Box at the end. I, of course, do not. We axe scott to put the paypal button on, but his fingers got too greezy from eating his ginzo food from his homeland and his fingers slipped off the keyboard. God, I love the vidjoe for Buttons! When they skank up Big Spender from Sweet Charity I get so excited. We break to have 'za and refresh drinks. Pat says Sussie makes him feel safe, and I have to agree. Zodiac killer drops by to deliver some unwiches.
Hot Tomale candies rule, but the ad guy from Ferrera Pan is a filthy animal and tried to finger bang Abortion Annie. I finally get skype to work... or not. Skype is hard and junk. Sussie tells us about Alex Trebec; she didn't get fingerbanged. Vanna Whites cho-cha smells like tedelschiedel, and you prolly wouldn't want to bang that thing with your finger. We pause to get the the Skypes to work, and we don't edit at all and end up singing Miami. Scott tricks us a la Jimmy Jam. I like it when Rose says "take it home!". Shit sammy editing, and we don't even care n' thangs, haaaay. Jealous? We call Gieger and is hilar as usual. We talk to him for about 2 minutes, which seems a little short after all that set up. We talk about falling seepies on the toity. We promise to play Sunshine and Lollypops next episode, you can guess how that turned out. We sing Miami again. Pat's high note rattles my prostate.
PNSexplosion - Episode 159
Labels: diarrhea, International House of Buttcakes, your manbutt










