GLIDING o’er all, through all,
Through Internet, Time, and Space,
As a shit in the master bath advancing,
The voyage of the bowl–not Hank’s alone,
Gale, many meths I’ll sing.
An unusual poem for an unusual podcast. A.Ron’s in Seattle and I’m left to run the studio myself. Unfortunately, I’m like Jesse on his first cook, fumbling with the controls, shouting “Yo, bitch!” into the air, getting Fun-Yuns dust and chili powder everywhere. And so we resort to the backup recording devices. A.Ron had a flight to catch so we chat for a little over an hour about our takes and some corrections from last episode and decide to save the feedback until the season 5.1 wrapup podcast next week. Join us!