This week on Pop Uncultured, chairs! Plastic ones! You've seen them on lawns, perhaps. But before all that, JY joins me in a little one-on-one episode, classic style, where we discuss matters of great import. For instance, you can kill a guy trespassing on your property, but can you rape a guy trespassing on your property? Seems like a double standard to me. Moreover, can you train your dogs to rape a guy who's trespassing on your Mountain Dew "Do the Dew" Mountain made out of Mountain Dew bottles? I don't see why you couldn't. That guy shouldn't come near Mountain Dew Mountain if he doesn't want to get raped by dogs.
We go on to discuss what "art" means to girls, Turkish hair surgery, and Live, Laugh, Love ladies constant use of the n word (in their hearts). Don't let their glossy, perfumed, bubblegum exteriors deceive you, Live, Laugh, Love girls are the number one perpetrators of the inner n word. This all leads to a neato ad I found in my gmail for a vibrating cock ring called the OMG Mode Penis Vibrator. It has a remote, it's jizz proof, and the decibels are low enough that you can wear it to work and everyone will notice but pretend not to. Thankfully, JY saves this segment by rattling off like three sex toy inventions that are way better than this Chinese spy tool peddled by Hims telemedicine.
All of that was merely an aperitif, though, before the main course. Bryan Ropar and his Plastic Chair World hearken back to a simpler time, a time when this podcast was about us spending an autistic amount of time and effort to make fun of an autistic person. The only real difference between us and Bryan, is that we like actually comfortable chairs. This lawn chair-obsessed, train-building, gas-huffing basket case is everything I ever hope for when I crack open my PUP YouTube account. Next Tuesday you get part 2 of this man's blinding radiance. Until then, listen to this shit, why don't you.
Rape us on iTunes. 5 star rapings only, please.
This week on Pop Uncultured, chairs! Plastic ones! You've seen them on lawns, perhaps. But before all that, JY joins me in a little one-on-one episode, classic style, where we discuss matters of great import. For instance, you can kill a guy trespassing on your property, but can you rape a guy trespassing on your property? Seems like a double standard to me. Moreover, can you train your dogs to rape a guy who's trespassing on your Mountain Dew "Do the Dew" Mountain made out of Mountain Dew bottles? I don't see why you couldn't. That guy shouldn't come near Mountain Dew Mountain if he doesn't want to get raped by dogs.
We go on to discuss what "art" means to girls, Turkish hair surgery, and Live, Laugh, Love ladies constant use of the n word (in their hearts). Don't let their glossy, perfumed, bubblegum exteriors deceive you, Live, Laugh, Love girls are the number one perpetrators of the inner n word. This all leads to a neato ad I found in my gmail for a vibrating cock ring called the OMG Mode Penis Vibrator. It has a remote, it's jizz proof, and the decibels are low enough that you can wear it to work and everyone will notice but pretend not to. Thankfully, JY saves this segment by rattling off like three sex toy inventions that are way better than this Chinese spy tool peddled by Hims telemedicine.
All of that was merely an aperitif, though, before the main course. Bryan Ropar and his Plastic Chair World hearken back to a simpler time, a time when this podcast was about us spending an autistic amount of time and effort to make fun of an autistic person. The only real difference between us and Bryan, is that we like actually comfortable chairs. This lawn chair-obsessed, train-building, gas-huffing basket case is everything I ever hope for when I crack open my PUP YouTube account. Next Tuesday you get part 2 of this man's blinding radiance. Until then, listen to this shit, why don't you.
Rape us on iTunes. 5 star rapings only, please.