Time to swing the pendulum all the way back to woke. No matter how itchy it may be. We can take these golden ideas to Walmart if we have to. There’s also some volcano stuff, some Pythagoras stuff, and a lady was super close to being cremated alive. Wild, I know. Also it’s technically Christmas today, but we aren’t going to talk about it.
From TikTok addicts to puke bowl advocates, nothing is safe (or sanitary). Comedian Meryl Klemow joins the fellas this week for another round of passing judgment on others. Seriously though, why did that one girl have to throw out all of her clothes?
Need something in the background to listen to while you make your chili? May we suggest a group of millennial dudes listing off flavors of Jell-O? How about cartoons they remember? Don’t bother paying for a whole seat, because you’ll only need the edge! …FYSW.
I did it all for the… whatever you want to call it. Get lucid with the boys this week as they review the Halloween loads, and the lack of them for the following month. Other topics include how Rockefeller was closer to Batman than Musk, and what pets you can ride. Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on either.
This week, Robbbie wants to oil up your pregnant belly, then take a break for ten egg rolls. Tad takes us on a journey through this cosmic gumbo we call consciousness. Per usual, Dingo doesn’t add much to the conversation.
Contractually, we are obligated to give Robbbie an intelligent person to talk to every so often to keep him happy. Meet Evan, someone who is tired of the way things are going. There are probably many of you out there who feel the same. Evan is actually doing something about it. You’re welcome, Bob.
Choking the chicken, wrestling the eel, liquidating your inventory, taking a trip down to palm beach, puking the dog. For generations, the world’s greatest minds have dazzled us with the most colorful phrasing to ask the age-old question… “Who’s a good boy?”
Grab your bag of firearms, we’re off to Guam! …Or Idaho. It’s time for another injection of fantastic advice from your favorite gremlin boys. You’ve come to the right place for some womanly wisdom, because somehow, there’s one in the studio, voluntarily!
Guess what day it is! That’s right, it’s Halloween… basically. Grab your Jack-o-lantern buckets and your weapons. From Robbbie having a rumpus on mischief night, to prisoners of war having their skin ripped off of their body while still alive, we cover how everyone spends their special night!
What do you call a witch’s musical group? A coven band! No? Well, let’s see you come up with something better. Anyway, Tad is complaining that they don’t make bands anymore and Robbbie hates witches, or something.
These are the guidelines that every autonomous being should strive to live by. Just like Jesus taught. Wait, what?
Will that be cash, card, or asteroid? Turns out we can afford nice things, after all. Also: Other things!
Ever want a device that wraps around your head and projects your innermost thoughts out, leaving you with little to no control? No? Same. Well, at least you’ll be hands-free on certain websites! Hopefully it works better than everything on this podcast!
Pigs, and chickens, and… goats? Oh my. The dark lord sure has been busy clearing out real estate for these guys’ new business plan outside the city of brotherly love (fatherly love not included).
Hearken, fellows! O’erly free potations at thy convivium doth invite inebriation, rendering thy gait wambly and thy wits obfuscated. Such surfeit forfends a crapulous morrow and profound compunction. Prudence now, or repentance later!
The Dingo Weekly condemns violence in any form. Assaulting anyone for their political affiliation, race, religion, sexual orientation or for any other reason is unacceptable and should be persecuted. Also, it was a really sweet shopping cart.
Having trouble thinking of a noteworthy way to make your exit to the great beyond? Look no further! Take notes and prepare to go out in a blaze of glory, or at least a bunch of confused onlookers.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: In light of recent events, The Dingo Weekly would like to reiterate our continued and adamant insistence against all forms of violence. No one likes that.
Dingo’s God now and he’s looking for his next Mary, Robbbie’s wife is sick of Sunday chicken, and Tad doesn’t want to play in your Fantasy league (sorry Brian :( ). All hail Lord Xenu! Pick up your latest edition of Dianetics today!