Let's be clear, Brocephus fucks up too! Oh boy, did he this time! Coming in later than....well, this episode, ol brother Brocephus had to work na little magic this week, but if you wanted to make sure you got more of our crass, well, he succeeded. It's FINALLY time for more Rukus Juice. Fresh off the ever so interesting take over of Scene In Fifteen, the guys are still reeling from The Predator. No, no more dick jokes about the alien guy, only real ones now! Jabbo is all snuggled up in the closet to record this one...something about the acoustics, but him laying out like MJ on the Thriller cover, THAT, we don't know about. It's good to be back, as always, and you KNOW what you're getting into. A little R.Kelly vs MJ. Toss in some good old fashioned air traffic control lingo, mix in some humility, then remove it again, and you have something like our show. Ah hell, just listen. It's been a minute, and you look like you could use a drink. Here ya go, try a little Rukus Juice!
