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TJH 653: Heart Sandwich

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“My condolences, but we can’t reach your friend.”

Thanks for checking out another fantastically funny episode of this podcast thing we do called the Jamhole. I’m Mat, and this is my show. Last we chatted some things were getting launched, trips were taken, and life has been a little more grand than it usually is. Things are nice. Let’s get down to business. The Palici album Chthonic Chronicles my brother and I made was released on October 22nd. If you use Facebook, definitely toss a like over to my brother’s music page on Facebook and follow him on Soundcloud. He produces some amazing shit, and it was really awesome finally getting a chance to work with him. We’re already hard at work on our next project. While you’re on Facebook, also be sure to like my Mat Lee GU page.

So, where can you get it? If you haven’t already, the only place you need to go is the Jamhole Music page. From there you can find links and embeds to all the music we’ve ever released. If you want a more direct approach, you can pay for it here on Google Play Music or stream it if you are an All Access subscriber. Find it here on Bandcamp for a name your price download. The going rate seems to be ten bucks, but give whatever you can. You can also purchase the album over on CD Baby. Also, if you can handle the audio quality, I was interviewed by our friend Anthony Farrior for Craydar Music. I think that’s about it, enjoy the show notes, and stay warm out there.

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TJH 609: Happy Ending

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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 214: Crappie

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“Call me a bitch but I’m just not into that.”

So there we were, sitting on a boat with Richard Dreyfuss, Roy Scheider, and Robert Shaw, drinking whiskey, telling each other tales of near death situations involving large angry sea creatures and old shitty boats, and showing the scars to prove it. The Orca’s old wood creaking and moaning from the swell of the ocean in a rhythmic vibration that matched my own steady heart beat. Thump thump… Thump thump… I’ll have another shot please, and this time, don’t skimp on the booze. That Robert Shaw sure can drink, damn near drank us under the table that night. Until I awoke in a cold sweat, nearly pissing my pants from the liquid consumed the night before. So I got out of bed doing my best not to disturb my sleeping girlfriend laying next to me, her heart also beating, a synchronicity I refuse to overlook. After releasing my waste into the pipes that would take it to the heart of the city, only to be recycled and redistributed as some poor souls drinking water, I noticed it staring at me. Every time I glance in that general direction, it’s staring at me with those bedroom eyes. The fleshlight beckoned me over, and who am I to resist the dark rubbery temptress of the night? My inner loins ached, and I could feel my own flesh starting to throb, my own heart beating faster and faster, my lust growing with the anticipation of what was about to happen. The fleshlight had somehow already lubed itself up, an odd fact that I was willing to worry about at a later date. I entered the fleshlights moist tight hole, and holy fuck did it feel good. That’s when I awoke from the dream, soaking wet with what appeared to be a mixture of urine and semen, my dick somehow in the midst of humping a wadded up section of sheets and blanket, my girlfriend looming over me with eyes that said, “You just pissed and ejaculated on me and the bed we share, and I’m very unhappy because of it.” Thump thump… Thump thump… Thump thump…

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