Micko is at the footy, the AFL kind with sweet members tickets, he even may have done something illegal. Julia is shooting duck hunters or is it wabbit season?
On the agenda today are tattoos, horticulture, Mr M, Frank Sinatra, RATS and the climbing of dodgy mountains down south.
Micko's depleting manhood continues as he offloads more home truths and silly secrets, we then grumble on about uber driving, buddhist monks, getting hitched and really hard words to say.
The fitpom and Micko go real estate hunting whilst being surrounded by skidders, self pleasurers but maintaining some new phone buddies, Juia feels she is becoming Micko in other news where she survives and SAS survival situation involving little wiggly white raisins, WTF is going, this is a schmozzle.
We launch an attack on podcast world with our latest Ep and we blather on about the joys of that unhealthy stuff called devon, our crappy leaders at the moment, Julia becomes her very own booze bus whilst stealing golf in lycra, getting the old flintsone toes trimmed and we try to make light of a mungrol of a time happening in Europe.
They say a fine wine ages well with time, not sure that's us, we're more of a cheap wine- nasty, inexpensive but still gets the job done...this week we chat about horrible jobs we stupidly did during lockdown, bad mums, Your hobby is $hit's very own Sean Woodland, odd phone calls & what the #uck are Bobo's.
Formerly the Unhinged Uncast but now we've taken the fitting name of The Schmozzle, lockdowns, pandemics and lack of tech skills could not keep us apart. We explode back with a vengeance with spinning yarns about road rage, supermarket rage, mastemind rage and a new segment about all the music we love to rage to.