Vampires are dicks. Even when you think they're dead, there they go, escaping the grave at night to slowly suck the life from their relatives. That's a dick move, vampires. This week, on a very special Halloween episode,

OK, OK. All your heroes are a lie. History is told by those who live the longest, and this week, most of the people in our story don't live long enough to tell the tale. That's OK, though, because Jason T. Gaffney is on the case,

Take me out to the ball game! - Throw hot dogs at my head! - Knife me and kiss me and scream at me. - I won't care, cuz the beer's almost free! - Yes, it's Ten Cent Beer Night in Cleveland, - Where thousands of fans broke the law; -

There are millions of Deaf Americans. Tone deaf Americans, unfortunately, outnumber them massively. This week, the guys learn all about the 1988 Deaf President Now! movement within Gallaudet University, a school for the deaf in Washington, DC.

The aliens are coming! The aliens are coming! But first, a word from Colgate Toothpaste! This week, the guys scan the airwaves for the truth behind Orson Wells' infamous "War of the Worlds" radio broadcast of 1938, which caused a nationwide panic,

What is it with aliens and butts? This week, the guys take a probing (!) look at the supposed UFO crash in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947. Along the weird and winding way, they encounter Joseph Stalin, Josef Mengele, a bunch of mixed alien parts,

Toys are dangerous. We all know that Legos present a choking hazard and an Easy Bake Oven will burn your child to death, but did you know that Beanie Baby ownership can lead to a serious heroine habit? This week,

Nee means nee, Vinny. Sure, you know about the ear thing, but Vincent Van Gogh, who personified the starving, tortured artist of the 19th Century, also left an unparalleled artistic legacy, complete with haystacks,

Theater people are superstitious. Usually, those superstitions are completely fabricated. But the "Scottish Play" thing is real, you guys. It's so real. This week, the guys tread the boards in search of the origin of the supposed curse,

In 1969, the Woodstock Music Festival was the epitome of peace, love, and harmony. This is not that story. Join the guys as they dive into the disease pool of the Powder Ridge Rock Festival of 1970, Connecticut's answer to Woodstock.