TTT 38: Who’s Nailin’ Tip Tap Tip?
Holy Fucking Shitballs!! I know this is the first episode we’ve put out in 7 days but Rachelle’s being all business owner-y and Eric’s watching Sarah Palin pornography so get off our backs.
Holy Fucking Shitballs!! I know this is the first episode we’ve put out in 7 days but Rachelle’s being all business owner-y and Eric’s watching Sarah Palin pornography so get off our backs.

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!)

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.

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.

Eric makes sweeping generalizations and insults everyone else’s music tastes before revealing his taste in music is the worst of all. Rachelle asks trivia and knocks Eric off his “I am the fucking trivia king!” high-horse. The trivia question that should have been asked is, “Was Sean Connery’s wife really asking for it?”

Eric lets us know the secret to his choosing a urinal, movie theatre seat, and bus seat. Rachelle is a lot more easy going when it comes to these things. That’s nothing a paintball gun to the mouth wouldn’t fix though.