Here we go, here we go, here we go again. Barry, what’s my weakness? (Mail!) Ok, then. Chillin’, chillin’, mindin’ my business. I checked my mail and I couldn’t believe this. I swear; I stared, Gavin’s my witness, the mailbox had it goin’ on with somethin’ kinda wicked, wicked – I had to click it. I’m not shy so I podcast the business.
The mailbox is packed and it’s stacked (‘specially in the back). D Barry wanted to thank a lover for mail like that. Can S Barry get some love with that shake-shake boobie? If looks could kill, Gavin would be an uzi. He’s a shotgun – bang! What’s up with that thang? The swingset wants to know; how does it hang? Straight up, wait up, hol… No really, hold on. Gavin is going to kill me.
Stick with us on the show as we answer a bunch of listener mail. We hit the mail for the hell of it, just for the yell we get. Mmm, mmm, mmm.. for the smell of it.