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Ep 239: Demolition Man

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“If you need to suck a dick, then suck a dick dude.”

You know something, I came home today after my route was done just so I could do the show notes so I wouldn’t have to do them later tonight. I ended up taking a few bong rips, staring at the Internet for a few minutes, then decided to jerk off instead. So now, rather than getting to read something clever and awesome that I’ve written for you, you get to read my excuse as to why I didn’t do the show notes. Well, I’ll tell you why. Jerking off feels better than doing show notes. Ask any podcaster, and they’ll tell you the same thing. Although some podcasters have the convenience of someone else doing their show notes for them, I guarantee if you ask that someone else, they will tell you the same thing. Jerking off just feels better. I will tell you this though. It’s a new month, so of course I have to ask you to click thejamhole.com/vote, put in your email address, and hit submit. Don’t forget to verify the link they email you. This helps us gain more visibility on that sorry sack of shit site called podcast alley. Hey, remember back in the day when the owner of that site actually gave a shit about it? Oh well, for some stupid reason people still use it, so I have to ask. This feels worse I think than having ads in the middle of your podcast. I don’t think I could sleep properly anymore if that happened to the jamhole. I would feel really awful about it. Anyways, I should probably go squeeze my dick and get the rest of the semen out of it so I don’t stain my shorts, and get my sexy self back to work. Enjoy the notes!

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Ep 233: Prawns!

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“How many alien jokes could you fit in here you faggot?”

You push it in, you pull it out, you repeat. How long can this go on for before you just wanna pull it in, then push it out, then blow your fucking brains out all over the place? As humans we are known for loving a good solid routine. But, some of us have evolved high functioning brains that let us know when some shit is about to go down, and then it’s time to cut losses and get the fuck out. The only problem is, you can’t. You’re trapped, attached to the cell of your own design by the proverbial ball and chain. Every single solitary human being has a ball and chain on the leg in one form or another. Like I said earlier, some of us have the capability and the intellectual prowess to figure out how to cut the chain off. On the other hand, if you haven’t figured that out by now, you’ll probably just end up hanging yourself with it.

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