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TJH 615: Shades of Blackout

Posted by on September 6, 2013 No comments
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“Dude, I was such a mess.”

615 episodes of this ridiculousness so far, and for what? For fun, that’s what. We just gotta keep on trucking. It’s been a couple weeks since the last show. People having bachelor parties and getting married and shit, and sometimes you just gotta take a minute, step back from it all and enter another Dimension. This week has been jam pack filled with other dimensional beings, entities, and knowledge. Let go completely, take a deep breath, and jump. But first read some show notes.

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TJH 609: Happy Ending

Posted by on June 28, 2013 No comments
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“Hi, I’m calling about your red Volvo for sale.”

Here’s a not so fresh episode of the Jamhole. I’m lazy and apparently have had better things to do with my time than write show notes or post shows. It’s the holiday, I’m allowed. Did I mention we’re going to Defcon August 1st – 4th? Yeah, we are, all thanks to a listener. It’s going to be awesome, so if you are thinking about going, you should definitely go. Puffer had to go to Washington to pick up his kid or something, so we had to skip the show this week. But since I held out on you for so long releasing this episode from a couple weeks go, it’ll be like it’s new. Enjoy!

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Ep 230: Gog and Magog

Posted by on August 10, 2009 No comments
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“Tomorrow I’m going to kill someone in the name of god.”

Let me tell you a little story about a person, male or female so as not to offend the latter, who had one dream his whole life. He was allowed only one dream, but as soon as he chose what that dream would be, it lasted for eternity. Growing up as a small child, he was always taught to walk in the light rather the dark, smile instead of frown, and look up instead of down. You know the type. Strong, liberated, medium sized titties and long red hair. (I really just wanna see if we get any hits for people searching “strong, liberated, medium sized titties and long red hair”). As she developed and grew, her body blossoming into the ideal image of beauty, she was always taught to think about the dream. This is the most important thing you will ever do, don’t fuck it up. This is forever, this is the purpose of your life, and if you pick something without spending a lifetime fine tuning and molding that one perfect scenario, you will regret it for an eternity. Drugs, money, bitches, dicks and assholes. Sounds good to me. Your whole existence amounts to nothing more than an eight second loop of something your brain doesn’t even comprehend the process enough to fucking process. Your like three blind mice looking for a huge smelly block of cheese, and once you eat the cheese it makes you all constipated, but you can’t help to eat all the cheese because your a rat and that’s what rats fucking eat. So it clogs up your shitter and builds up and builds up so much until finally KAAAABOOOOMM! Complete physical and mental break down. Then it starts all over again. Forever. I really don’t know where I was going with this, but I’m sure if you think about it for a minute you’ll make a connection somewhere. Besides, if your so sure that when you die you go to heaven and are finally rejoined with your god that you haven’t seen in like forever, why aren’t you in a huge fucking hurry to get there? I’ll never understand humans.

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Ep 224: Not So Fresh

Posted by on July 27, 2009 No comments
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“I actually had some stinky pussy my first time and it turned me off to that shit.”

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to force upon you all of our old dying traditions, in hopes that they may keep you trapped in an ancient, unevolved way of life, to hate and to scorn, in sickness, and in death, until the divorce papers are signed, amen. It’s amazing to me the things we choose to hold onto from our past ancestry, and the things that don’t quite make it through the filter. I understand that back in the day it was necessary, and a way to gain power. Back in the day when we were torturing people by disfiguring their genitals with searing hot hooks and rods, crushing their skulls until their eyes popped out, and maiming their limbs until they passed out from the pain, only to revive them just so you can put them out of their misery. The same misery you inflicted on them in the first place for believing in something you did not. Back in the day when marriage meant the joining of two countries in a pact of blood and child birth. Back in the day when if you made it to the ripe old age of 30, you were considered an elder, and wise beyond your years, and the average life expectancy was no more than 18 years. But seriously, why do we cling onto these dead traditions? I’m all about remembering the past so we don’t make the same stupid mistakes, but isn’t that what we’re all doing? It seems to me that now a days, life is just one mistake after another, with no rhyme or reason to why we do it, all we know is that it feels right. How can something so goddamn wrong and destined for failure trick so many people into falling into the jaws of that which will eventually eat us up and shit us out? I guess that’s just another part of being human.

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Ep 207: Rap Sheet

Posted by on June 19, 2009 No comments
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“Hope you saved my spot for me, cuz I’m coming back.”

Everyone has their hang ups, ticks, imperfections if you will, and that’s fine, we all have something inside of us that we are not all that proud of. Remember the saying, “No ones perfect?”  Well, it’s spot on, other than the exception to the rule that is Jesus H. Christ (who in all actuality for arguments sake, most likely does not exist). Some of us have a little problem with drugs, some of us speed and flick cigarettes at cop cars when we drive, some of us like to touch little children, some of us just can’t seem to stay out of jail. That’s fine, it takes all types to make the world go around right? Of course it does, because if we were all the same, life would be way more stupid than it is now.  Personally, I’ve never really had any problems like that, beings how I try to model my life after the savior of the world, but living in a valley such as the Flathead Valley, I see a broad spectrum of people in my day to day travels. From the highest of the highs to the lowest of the lows we have a little something for everyone here.

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