The Todd-Marshall Delirium
Bryan Todd & Cuyler Marshall
A GenZer and a GenXer rage about every damnable topic under heaven. Featuring Bryan Todd and Cuyler Marshall.
Stop Tornadoes. Take Precautions. Use Protection.May 10, 2024
Them That Ain't Sick is DeadMay 03, 2024
Isn't That a Euphemism for the Hanky Panky?April 19, 2024
Jeremy's Post-Prandial and Ante-Jentacular CircumgyrationsApril 12, 2024
He Snapped His Fingers and POOF! Tripled Her Supply of GarlicApril 05, 2024
A Little Peanut Butter Esophagus Combined With the Paranoia of WeedMarch 29, 2024
A Tiny Handful of Barely Plausible Proof TextsMarch 22, 2024
Can We Just Not Mention Jesus for the Next 100 Years?March 15, 2024
A Colombian Necktie Would Be More Ethical, and More PleasantMarch 08, 2024
Guttural Monosyllabic References to Mud and Body PartsMarch 01, 2024
You're Dumb and Stupid and That Was Not a Hill to Die OnFebruary 23, 2024
"I Keep Finding Babies All Over My House."February 16, 2024
A Torrential Outpouring of Viscera and ClotFebruary 09, 2024
Pulling a Small Fish Out of the Nose of an Equally Small ChildFebruary 02, 2024
Bend Over Until You Feel Searing Pain, A Buildup of Phlegm, and Oh, the Lunk Alarm!January 12, 2024
I Just Ate a Church Window, Assault Your Sinuses From the Inside, and Kerrygold Butter, as Well You ShouldJanuary 05, 2024
While I Was Taking a Leak, God Breast Ye Merry, and Japan is the Foreignest of ForeignDecember 29, 2023
A Pianist in a Yakuza Bar, My Mouth Tastes Like Vomit, and Dwarves Who Have Their Own SpaceshipsDecember 22, 2023
Conceptually Stretch a Donut, Nagasaki was All Socked In, and You Can Only Get There on the DinghyDecember 15, 2023
My Korean Burrito Taco French Fry Place, A Diaper Full of Cottage Cheese, and Discovering the Carcass of JerryDecember 08, 2023
Rack the Shotgun in Church, Go Dangle Your Own Participles, and The Metaphorical Meaning Within Metal MusicNovember 25, 2023
Paleontologically Speaking, We're Not a Sausage State, and Kindergarten-Simple ZionismNovember 19, 2023
A Bill O'Reilly Rage Machine, Not a Gathering of Porpoises, and Our Never-Ending Fever DreamNovember 15, 2023
Kill Off a Few Dickensian Children, Cinder Block Burpees, and One of the Best Thursdays of My YearNovember 03, 2023
Get Raw Chicken Off My Hands, That Passed Through Your Urethra? and Republicans Hiding in San FranciscoOctober 27, 2023