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...
This week the boys are on thin ice – Moleman is back and thinking about evicting them. Can they win him over and convince him to stick around for a movie night featuring one of his favorite directors? Join the gang as they peel back the pastel-painted layers of suburban America’s seedy underbelly in Blue Velvet. Do the chicken walk with Kyle MacLachlan, debate whether Curious George has a tail, and find out what Werner Herzog eats for breakfast. Stick around for plenty of gushing over David L...
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...
