Who would win: one steroider, or one crackboi?? This question has plagued self-appointed dipshits since times pseudo-memorial, measured on the scale of DOZENS OF HOURS AGO, but this week's pennjillette, HMFIC Doc Ellis,

Peas had a tummy ache in his tooth, so his overstudy, Dr K'taden Legume, joins the show to play his part and tell us how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a cyanide pill. Fidd blind-eyes instant oatmeal for not being instant.

"He who shits before he showers yet still wipes his ass is a fool." -- Book of Fidd, 2:73 For the THIRD week in a row, TIME FOR THE SHOW is rated the number one Canadian internet radio show in southeast Asian sweatshops! Jackie Robinson,

"You're gonna have to carry this one, peas!" Holy jumpin' jeeperwinks; Fidd and Faux are recovering from two straight days of eating nothing but lunar regolith and popcorn. Peas wins a free trial-size box of Lucky Charms for being the millionth custome...

This week's pennjillette is Reverend Couchsloth, who joins in the second half of the show to confirm Fidd's spiritual diagnosis. Reverand [sic] peas [sic] can't seem to stop talking about how tort reform will affect NASA.

This week's pennjillette is Doktor Legume! On this episode, the hosts have their white privilege called out by Doktor Legume. Doktor Faux trades his family's cow for the last three Quaaludes in existence. Fidd Chewley's weekly tip for non-hemophiliacs ...

The sound sucked on the last show suck'd, so here's a bunch of pre-recorded stuff edited together into some kind of show-like conflagration! In this, the most un-lost-est of episodes, our pennjillette is Reverend Caller 23,

This week's pennjillette is Cat Feather. Fidd can't correctly tune his duduk, so he purposefuly sneezes on Faux's ant farm in frustration. peas [sic] attempts to do good radio; he is immediately corrected and punished by Faux and Fidd. Co-solipsists,

Time For The Show: 112 We Wuz Stangz

Episode 111 Time For the Catchup