Just Be Cousins
Latest Episodes
184: Crocodile Crotch
Rando episode where we mostly talk about Ted talks. About how comedy is the best way to learn. You listen to this podcast, you laugh, you learn not to listen to our podcast. Q.E.D.
183: Bag Your Face, Nathan Winters
On this episode we look back at the 80s. Fun-Time Shaggs joins us, talkin’ ’bout Lipps Inc, Til Tuesday, Moonboots, and the Goonies. Actually, we only mention one of those. Guess which one. Then relax. Don’t do it.
182: So Deep It S(t)inks
We really get into on this episode. Topical. Not sure how we got there but we did and the world hasn’t changed a bit since and that’s podcasting for you.
181: There’s No ‘I’ in ‘You’
No idea what we talk about on this. We invent a religious philosophy form of psychotherapy based on an inverted solotheocynicsm. Or something. And snot. And bears vs gorillas. Muchos ass-hattericaliness.
180: Pulling It Off Buttcrack Style
Newdad Joe and oldad Jason got up at 5 am to bring you this episode about dadhood, which involves a lot of poop. Also we talk about: the Stranger, the Spectre, the Spectator, the Spectaparrotator, and W.A.P.
Recycle, Repeat, Rerun
Doopsie Woodle! JBC is on a short corporate retreat as we hunt down a dictionary to learn what the hell “pointless” means. Until then, here’s some ast-blays from the ast-pays.
Rerun, Recycle, Repeat
Woopsie doodle! JBC is on a short sabbatical as we hunt down a dictionary to learn what the hell “sabbatical” means. Until then, here’s some bliz-asts from the pizz-asts.
Repeat, Rerun, Recycle
Woopsie doodle! JBC is on a short hiatus as we hunt down a dictionary to learn what the hell “hiatus” means. Until then, here’s some blasts from the pasts.
179: Pegged by Sir Audrey
Notes show, meaning we jotted down random thoughts and then talked about them. More self indulgent than usual, in that regard. Friggin’ hoarders. Orwellian beavers. This episode is assiseven.
178: Expendable Appendage
As the guy in that play said, words words words. Did you know Shakespeare made fart jokes? So we’re basically Shakespeare. From the top of our glabellas to the end of our minimuses.