In an effort to give all colors of the political rainbow some airtime, Eric joins us to discuss draining the swamp, an effort that doesn’t seem to be making much progress.
Frank’s done it all, and he’s burnt himself out on most of it. Being typecast may be good for your wallet, but it’s no fun. That’s why he comes here. Always fun no matter what.
Tom and Laurie have some differing political opinions. Thankfully nobody shot anyone, which today counts as tolerance. Frank Caliendo arrives near the end to broker peace.
Which states are the most patriotic? Not the ones you’d expect. I don’t know how they measure patriotism, but those Hawaiians sure have a lot of it.
At one point in time, Ray was a hired gun. Not an actual gun, more of a guitar, but still, it got him a spot in a movie called Hired Gun.
Blazing Saddles and Lickety Split are certainly not for the children, nor was World War 2. In that way, this is our most mature episode ever. But really it isn’t.
Rocco’s live from inside a tornado, at least according to how his phone sounds. Eventually he finds shelter and waxes nostalgic about why he’s the best damn golfer who’s ever interviewed a mob boss.
As it turns out, gold paint can be pretty bad for you, whether sprayed in your face or painted onto your gold member. Goat can also be bad for you. Though to be fair this wasn’t a real goat.
There’s one weird old tip to never go bald, but you’re probably not going to like it. It’s much easier to just gain 50 pounds of muscle and look good with any amount of hair.
Ralph led the Philadelphia mob in the 90s and is currently in witness protection, but our show is such a big deal that he decided to call in anyway. It may have something to do with his book, Last Don Standing.