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Look! Look! Look!

There is a new episode of The Know Show.

Hooray.

Here is the info that I have on it.

We ring in the new year (pronounced “twenty-eleven”) by pondering the “homeless-announcer-guy-with-the-’golden-voice’” phenomenon and taking callers a-plenty. The Idea Guy and Vlad offer their services. City workers Toucan and Charlie heatedly tell us know how the snow job’s going. Then, it’s a rocky road to play the pajama game with Mr. Patel.

Special thanks to Steven Reines and Hans Chew.

Now hear this! Now hear this!

The apple doesn’t far fall from from the tree. It can be transported efficiently by rail, though. Whoa, but watch the gravel! And if one falls into the creek, it floats, because apples are 25% air! Mixed up? Well, we’ve sure mixed it up for big number “one-oh”! With some hot air of our own — in colorful varieties!

This autumnal episode’s a real scream! We work on preliminary seasonal therapy and laugh about laughing. Our “Social Not-Working” segment is back with impressions of Twitter’s face lift, and we discuss how running a sole proprietorship with the iPhone 4 can keep you on your toes and off your feet! And what’s that smell? If you haven’t already, please throw away those rottin’ decorations. (Halloween’s for kids, punks). Super-special thanks to our engineer, Steven Reines and cred to Pain Teens. E-mail us or call us at (707) 901-SHOW, yo!

It’s a brand new era – and with that comes new music! It’s also Fall, and that – of course – means that it is time to go out and look for dragons . . . maybe we’ll touch one on the nose.
Also – Mott shows up to talk over me – again and again.
These are some of the things that I babble about today – on the Bumperpodcast!
Don’t forget to email me your questions, musings and whatnot at bumperpodcast@nattybumpercar.com.
Hooray!

Ants

WE ARE IN AN ABSOLUTE TAILSPIN OF SICKNESS.

Oops! Caps lock was on . . .

BUT – WE ARE IN AN ABSOLUTE TAILSPIN OF SICKNESS!! WITH SNIFFLES AND COLDS AND RUNNY NOSES AND SNEEZES AND BLECH!

Stand back . . . We may be catching.