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TJH 662: The Department Bicycle


“If you see the flash of light, duck and cover.”

What me worry? It’s just another Saturday cold chilling with your homies in earthquake free Jamholia. If the ground is shaking, that just means we’re out there getting our humpty hump on with the big bad world. We hope you enjoyed the last episode with Pat Dixon. It’s always good talking to people far funnier than we are. Lot’s of fun happening here as we prepare to start festival season. May 1st – 3rd is the Spring Barter Faire up in Tonasket Washington. This is definitely an experience everyone should trip into at least once in their lives. If you wanna come kick it, holla! Other than that, keep checking out Stuff Stoners Like for all the fun weed stuff I’m writing about, and we’ll talk to you soon!

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Danni’s Surgery Documentary


Me Inside – A Walk Thru My Guts with Danni

This is a special video documentary formatted for your ipod video / itouch, for anyone who wants to see what it was like for Danni before, during, and after her laparoscopic surgery. Prior to the surgery, Danni looked around the internet but couldn’t find a start to finish video of what to expect as she mentally prepared to go under the knife. So we figured, why not make our own. The video starts out the morning of the surgery on October 22nd (Mat’s birthday) as Mat takes Danni to the Surgery Center in Kalispell Montana. Then you get a nice look as the doctors hook her up to the machines and IV before being wheeled off into the actual surgery room. Here’s where it gets in depth. We have actual footage of what the doctor saw as he was performing the surgery. After that we get Danni’s first hand account of what it feels like moments after waking up from having a large tumor and her left ovary removed, not to mention a bit of endometriosis taken out. Then we follow Danni through her recovery process as she heals, and talks about all the highs and lows of the procedure. We would like to thank Shawn for every office visit leading up to the surgery, Doctor Robert M. Rogers Jr MD. at Northwest Women’s Health Care for performing the surgery, as well as all of the nurses and staff that helped out and were cool with us filming them. We would also like to thank Keith Mcnally for putting this whole thing together for us. We couldn’t have done it without you.

Ep 262: Holy Hell


“Everything fucking hurts and I’m sober, nothing is ok.”

The hunter stalks it’s prey, waiting¬†patiently¬†for the chance to strike. Sneaking slowly around corners, hiding in the shadows cast down by the grungy flickering street lights of the alley. You can hear the buzz of the moths as they circle around the warm glowing globe. Attracted to the light, attracted to the heat, don’t get too close though, or else you’ll burst into flames. The smells of rotting garbage caress the nose of the one who stalks. Corn stalks, wheat stalks, but none in comparison to this man. Standing six feet tall when fully erect, clothed in black cargo pants and black velcro shoes, a white shirt barely visible behind a long flowing black overcoat. Plenty of pockets filled with tools of the trade, a large razor sharp knife more for inflicting fear than anything else. A glock nine millimeter with two extra clips just in case. He’s never used it, but you never know when you might need it. Syringes filled with Etorphine Hydrochloride, allowing our hunter to easily subdue the prey with minimal fuss. The pin prick of the needle is all they feel, then darkness, then nothing. These are the tools of a man who has had enough. These are the tools of a man who has switched career paths, from a lowly office executive with nothing, living paycheck to paycheck in hopes of one day getting the praise he feels he deserves. The new job doesn’t pay as good monetarily, but money isn’t everything. It’s all about the feeling. The feeling of being in complete control of another. Watching the fear in their eyes as the last bit of blood drips from the wound, painting a slippery red mural on the dirty ground. Blood sweat and tears make the world go around. Thirty three percent of each, which leaves that last one percent to chance.

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