The boys suit up for a cuddle party inside a custom-sewn pajama onesie crafted by Eric himself, and settle in to watch Peter Greenaway’s 1985 arthouse oddity A Zed and Two Noughts. Along the way, they wrestle with time-lapse photography of real decaying animals, an onslaught of wieners, porno–Wes Anderson–style symmetry, and some very horny snails. Not for the faint of heart—this one dives deep into some seriously heady, disturbing territory. But stick with it, trusted listeners… the weirdnes...
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The boys suit up for a cuddle party inside a custom-sewn pajama onesie crafted by Eric himself, and settle in to watch Peter Greenaway’s 1985 arthouse oddity A Zed and Two Noughts. Along the way, they wrestle with time-lapse photography of real decaying animals, an onslaught of wieners, porno–Wes Anderson–style symmetry, and some very horny snails. Not for the faint of heart—this one dives deep into some seriously heady, disturbing territory. But stick with it, trusted listeners… the weirdnes...
The story so far: After over a year trapped underground, the boys still make horrible decisions to pass the time. This week, Eric is comatose and in the way of the quarterly Molehole cleaning day, so we have a little fun with him and somehow end up deciding to watch the 1989 mystical action film American Rickshaw! We discuss homework holes, drive-thru strip clubs, bachelor boys, the reasons not to use the self-cleaning function on your oven, and our disappointment with the lack of awesome spe...
Stabby Stabby
The boys suit up for a cuddle party inside a custom-sewn pajama onesie crafted by Eric himself, and settle in to watch Peter Greenaway’s 1985 arthouse oddity A Zed and Two Noughts. Along the way, they wrestle with time-lapse photography of real decaying animals, an onslaught of wieners, porno–Wes Anderson–style symmetry, and some very horny snails. Not for the faint of heart—this one dives deep into some seriously heady, disturbing territory. But stick with it, trusted listeners… the weirdnes...
