Good evening, everyone. At least it's evening here, for me. Not sure what you have going on. The weather is lovely, and I'm sitting on my back porch as I do this. I just installed some new lighting out back along my fence. One side has some fancy electric lights which give off a very aesthetically pleasant glow. The other side has solar lights, which aren't as bright but are more morally correct. But I don't know. It's not like my electric lights are on every night, it's just when I'm out here. I don't think that's something to feel guilty about. I'm doing better than my neighbors across the alley, though, who have this insane flood lamp that lights up whenever it detects motion, meaning it has to blind my peripheral if I'm by a back window and a possum goes through their yard. If I look at it like a possum alarm, that actually does make it a little bit more palatable. Reba the mother possum hasn't returned, so hopefully she's doing fine. Yes, this is what my inner monologue is like, in case you've wondered. I just do this all day, it's great. No wonder I'm depressed. This week we open up by discussing a number of topics, including cereal, cats eating barbecue, people who buy a lot of soda at the store, two listener emails, George Santos, and our lovely fans. Then for our 3 Guys, we have a legendary minstrel and his all-time great bit at the Battle of Hastings, another Arizona governor with a whole lot of bad ideas, and a railroad worker who formed a bond with a very special animal sidekick.
Taillefer- 36:33
Evan Mecham- 56:33
James "Jumper" Wide- 1:24:43
