100 Cigars and Alcohol in Pringles Cans

This brand new episode was recorded on March 5th, 2019, celebrating both Fat Tuesday and National Absinthe Day. We’re still in the past broadcasting into your future, but at least now every other episode with be from the less distant past.

Featured in this episode:

Raccoon Motel
100 Cigars

What would it be like to date Snow White?

This episode was recorded during a blizzard. Jerry actually has snow on his bed because he’d left his window open. Things discussed and explored (besides absinthe) is the wonderful dish that we’re calling “spagaleto” [spa-gah-leto]; adventures in sleep apnea; and what it would be like to date Snow White.

Santa Clause Flash Mobs and Zombie Car Washes

This is the episode where Jerry discovers the perfect mixer for absinthe that isn’t champagne nor water with a sugar cube. Also we cover Santa Clause flash mobs, zombie car washes, bowling with skulls, and why the mafia is awesome … because we don’t want them to kill us.

Chased by a Buffalo, being Attacked by a Zebra

In this episode we discuss Dan’s run-ins with Data Von Teese, famous for doing a burlesque routine in a giant glass of [simulated] absinthe; searching for and collecting absinthe paraphernalia; and the rare vodka named Zubrowka. We also tell tales of being chased by a buffalo, being attacked by a zebra, and for some reason speculate on just how much money God really does have. Music featured is by Lokumu off his album “A Beautiful Night.” 

Top 5 Myths about Absinthe

Hello future people! In this episode we debunk the top 5 myths about absinthe, we propose a drinking game based on how many times Jerry mispronounces things, and Dan reveals he is coming down with a case of germaphobia. We also touch upon the sometimes shocking sexual nature of old cartoons, and Jerry wishes he had an electronic chinchilla.  

Ernest Hemingway’s Favorite Drink

Broadcasting from the past into the future, we regale you with tales of absinthe discovery, of close encounters with Hugh Hefner, of guilty pleasures and the long road leading to Ernest Hemingway’s favorite drink: Slow Death in the Afternoon.