The fifty-second one
I talk about - well… I end it. For now. Thanks to everyone who listened. I’ll be back.

I talk about - well… I end it. For now. Thanks to everyone who listened. I’ll be back.
I talk about a strange interaction with a meth head, a bottle of vodka shaped like an AK-47 and taking a shit in a crowded holiday house.
Happy New Year! I talk about painful commutes to work, calling an office to sell weed and truck drivers being Gay, Fat and Stooped.
I talk about getting haircuts when you wear toupees, cream-filled condoms and pizza franchise wars.
I talk about Austria versus Croatia, joining the Australia’s best broker and wiping your dick.
I talk about multicultural markers, defining healthy and my girlfriend saying “dang”.
I talk about “sharing” a chicken parma with a colleague, the dubious activities Mr Right engages in and counting condoms.
I talk about subconsciously mirroring my girlfriends father, toilet seats and pedophiles writing on t-shirts.
I talk about every recording session having a “warm-up” episode, having a threesome from an ad on your engaged girlfriends car and inducing labour with an orgasm.
I talk about weddings with no plus-ones, beer weather and working in a pizza shop.
I talk about homeless people on the train, introduction e-mails at work and sex work being the only profession where the worker needs to be the complete opposite to their customer.
I talk about misunderstanding STD test results, phantom bird shits and cumming over a lawnmower.
I talk about what’s been going on for the last year or so, the aftermath over the last few days and going with your gut.
I talk about starting fires with a warming drawer, shitty music being played on phones and being set up with my cousin.
I talk about hero parties, MRBTA and how many people are shitting right now.
I talk about $7.50 coffees, public holiday surcharges and my favourite tits.
I talk about trying to exercise, succeeding in exercising and taking a phone call while urinating.
I talk about betting on the grand final, my upcoming 1.5 year anniversary and a shitty ticket provider.
I talk about people pooing in public toilets, Nazi sympathy and masturbating.
I talk about holidays and public holidays here in Australia, the death of the queen and practice poops.
I talk about what a waste of time today was, loud phone talkers and recording when I need to so I have it when I don’t want to.
I recorded this one a day early because I’m back in the office three days a week - surprise, I talk about this. I talk about what the first day back in was like, how boring it all was and how uncomfortable it is listening to co-workers hit on each other (well, one hitting on another uninterested party).
I talk about how tired I am, telling people the massage parlour is closed when they ring my doorbell and make some half-arsed confusing recommendations.
I talk about what a mess the last week has been, an additional car accident and working from home.
I’m pretty sure I introduce this as the 27th one. Maybe not. It’s been a crazy week. I talk about the new job, my girlfriends car accident and weird LinkedIn behaviour.
I talk about coming up with an actual format for the show, getting belligerent on Monday night and a workplace prank that may have sent a Muslim to hell.
I celebrate six months of consistently putting out garbage every week. I talk about quitting my job, having a difficult weekend with the girlfriend and mincing poodles.
I talk about recording and then deleting episodes, weird things that happen at work and chomosexuals.
I talk about what’s happening downstairs, cleaning your ears out with a key and telling people you’re dead inside for fun.
I talk about how and why this is a rushed episode, why I’m suspicious of my girlfriend and ponder why a stranger is walking around a closed child care centre I live next to.