This show's topics include epic raids, our adventures into our local malls, conundrums that will blow your mind, odd biological theories, senility, Alex Trebek (not really), and why we probably shouldn't be allowed to use the internet. Also of note, the song chosen for this week is nothing short of amazing.
While it looks a lot like we have decided on a bi-weekly release schedule, don't take the current pattern to heart; we're still feeling things out and things could always change (for better or for worse.)
Like last time, a direct download can be found for this episode here or you can add us to iTunes or another feed catcher using the buttons (or 'chicklets' as I'm told they're called) to the right. Also, you can tell all your friends that we can now be found in the iTunes store. Just search "Abort Mission" and we should be right there.
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4 comments:
Wow I'm really impressed. No, seriously, I really am. I am suprised that you two dickfucks have made it this far. Podcast number two, la-ti-fucking-da. Whatchagot like two fucking listeners? They're probably just your fucking inbred fucking hick shiteating family members taking a break from fucking eating each other's asshole to listen to your fucking dumbass podcast. I would never fucking listen to such a pile of fucking shit, and who ever does is as big of a fucking retards as you two fucking shits are.
Come now.. I'm sure there's at least four listeners. On a second note, I'm glad to see you've dug out the dictionary to look up the word fuck and use it eleven times over in a post no more than a few sentences long. It's also amazing how accurately you can comment on something you haven't even heard, as you say.
I <3 u guyz, ur so great. To show my appreication i have decided to write u a peom:
The pitch black darkness is calling,
burning through her soul.
Drops of crimson start falling,
as she abandons all she knows.
In her hand she clenches a knife,
shining darkly in the black sun.
The end to all strife,
for this life is finally done.
Death is holding tighter,
tense like a rope around her neck.
She tried to be a fighter,
but the dark world turned her to a wreck.
No choice left but to say goodbye,
but who would really care?
It was her time to leave this horrible place,
and fly far away from there.
Wow. You're poetry is very moving. Buy that I mean not moving at all. Since you type of people usually write this pointless drivel about themselves and direct it towards a fictional character they manifested to further push them away from the society they believe has either rejected them, or they choose to be ignorant towards, then help me help you. The darkness calls you eh? Jump into that darkness, and fly. Preferably off a tall cliff. And to answer your question: no. Nobody would care. And lastly, refrain from posting your crappy poems ever again.
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