Category: Phil Pheed

He hacked and spied and everything but then again a lot of people do and that doesn’t matter, I guess

“Get well slugger”–Rogers Hornsby

*I really miss being on the radio

There’s no videocast tonight. Phil’s throat got trashed by a virus he picked up on vacation. He continues to mend and we appreciate your patience!

Well, we had high hopes for tonight given last nights great effort but one blast of the David G. Hall voice and Phil’s voice was wrecked.

Fuck it

Brad Rivkind joined Phil to promote a children’s bookstore in Las Vegas…a children’s bookstore with a very adult section! Back tomorrow and by God it will be better….In the meantime check out the archives, the video archives, our daily podcast, our classic podcasts and more….and make sure you visit the shop too for our legacy cd’s, T-shirts, shot glasses, coffee mugs and ball caps…

We caught up with Casey Anthony hunk Steve “Beat It” Weese and asked him how he’s holding up since news broke that Casey may have dumped her daughter in the bush, dead of course. “In the early stages it was as if I’d eaten bad food, gas, cramping. I wanted to end it all. As time went along I resigned myself to the fact that my face would be forever linked with hers. Whore? Slut? Cunt? Tramp? They all apply. But when I think of Casey, from now on, the first word that will come to my mind will be Twat. As in I look like a 5 spoon twat in that club picture with her. Douchbag smile and all. I look like a sychophant who doesn’t care what the whore has done. I can tell you when that picture was taken I had no idea what the cunting whore did. None. Now I see my face everywhere. On this website for instance. And again I look like a smirking twat with a Fantastic Sam’s haircut. Someday I’ll look back on all this and smile. And that day will be one day shy of me dropping dead from something, some disease. That’s my luck.

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Amanda Green