Eric tortures Rachelle by playing some of the worst of Eurovision over the last few years. Shane astounds us with his impressions which are light years ahead of the shitty ones that we do. All we had to do was feed him dinner (again!)

Sjoukje joins us as we discuss the Eurovision Song Contest and what entails in a breastfeeding competition. The Tip Tap Tip consensus: distance

Eric would rather do CPR to Daft Punk than the Bee Gees. Rachelle would rather her clientelle not be cross-dressing armed robbers. Is that too much to ask?

Voter turnout in the last Canadian election seems to be about the same as listener turnout to this show. In short: Shit-tastic!

That being said, Rachelle discusses her brush with the law and Eric’s still in a pissy mood because of that fucking chihuahua movie.

Eric & Rachelle discuss Arts fundings and how it pertains to the upcoming Canadian election. However, just when you think it’s going to get intellectual, we drop some ball-kicking to bring it back to the level we normally deal with.  That was a close one.

Eric & Rachelle record this episode while waiting for dinner to arrive. It does and the episode continues and we discuss things like British boobs and why dummies have made a movie about a talking chihuahua number one this week.

Jenn from Squidpod joins us and classes up the joint. We discuss torturous workouts and the degradation of grammar and handwriting in Australia.

WEE FUN MAK SHO;;; GUD!!!

Eric & Rachelle go from gutter-talk last episode to pseudo-intellectual wankery in this one. Topics discussed include old-school vs. new-school feminists and assholish things Blockbuster employees do. Like drink prices on ladies night, our pants are also half-off.

Mason joins us and takes our usually PG-13 show into XXX territory. Fortunately, Mason is the only person who understands how Eric can both be disgusted and turned on by Nancy Grace. Rachelle is probably packing her bags right now.

Things must be going pretty good for us as we received our first fan letter. Next thing you know we’ll be making outrageous demands on our rider like having a choir of eunuchs sing the Celine Dion version of AC/DC’s “You shook me all night”. Dare to dream.