Old Rich People Go To Farms

Good gravy Miss Mravy, this one was fun.  Our shadow guest Jesse lurked in the.....darker part of the room for most of the episode.  We had more terrible voices like the Grizzled Boxing Promoter and Old Grandma Who Likes To Tell Boring Stories.  Those are both terrible examples because they both only lasted a couple seconds.  We had long talks about growing up scrambling for cable porn and you know, other fun topics that will make you click play.  Oh yeah, old people spicing up their sex lives.  That should be a winner.  If that hasn't convinced you then I absolutely REFUSE to continue typ

Jesus Mary O'Malley, it's episode 3. We had a few special guests stop by, and I don't want to ruin the surprise so let's just say they both go by the name Woody. Wait, that's too obvious, let's just say Mr. Allen and Mr. Harrelson stopped by. Wait. Fuck's sake. Also this guy Gino I used to got to grade school with stopped by, and his mouth, honestly I can't believe he tongue kisses his mother with that mouth. It's a weird family, I think it's an Italian thing.

 

For the inaugural episode of Old Rich People Go To Farms, Connor and Dave take on life, movies, rap music, everclear, dicks and bigger dicks. Except for those last two.

 

Translation: Mine campses.  Rosie Perez says "hey".  All three of themz.  We watch music videos because fuck you, just visualize it.  Darryl gets said once or twice.  Prince is soooooo gay but sooooooooooooey.  Robin Williams is, a, a, a person who talks.  WHO DOESN'T KNOW RAFFI!???!

This episode was kinda short, and filled with a clusterfuck for the first 10 minutes.  Because two people we knew wouldn't shut the fuck up.  Let's just call them......Gylan....and......Boston.....(BECAUSE THAT RHYMES WITH THEIR ACUTAL NAMES).  Some guy tried to chirp us so WE STRAIGHT UP SMOKED HIS BITCH ASS.  Like a ham.  Snoop was in a horror movie.  GET OFF MY PLANE.  Drunk.