We Have That Podcast At Home

For better or worse, it’s the end of the road. Gamage has finally passed the kidney stone that is this show and we move on to better stuff. Except if you’re reading this before listening, then I guess you still have to deal with it. It’s okay, though, none of it meant anything.

Gamage didn’t take his adderall and is on a tantrum about the middle chunk of Supernatural. You can’t really discuss the beginning and the end without this bit, but feel free to skip this one.

Gamage tells all in this very special first of thee episodes detailing all that is Supernatural. Spoilers ahead.

Roses are red, Dying Butthole Scorpions are brown, flowers of any color, aren’t a ticket to pound town. We’re supposed to be doing No Stupid Questions, but we can’t help but talk food and VMAs.

What if Nancy Reagan stole all your ketchup? Can Michael Jackson help you fix the broken vase before mom gets home? Would you rather have Drew Barrymore kick you in the nards or join Edgar Allan Poe for whaling?

And you should too. We want, no, we dare you to. It’s the best advice for any occasion. Mailman stealing your mail? Break up with him. Dirty dishes? Break up with them. Rocky relationship? Well, that’s nuanced and we don’t know the situation so maybe try counseling, then break up.

It’s been a year since we set out on our journey to water down the already saturated market of podcasting. What have we learned so far? Bupkis. Regardless, we here at WHTPAH never pass up the opportunity to celebrate mediocrity, and have decided to do so in the audio equivalent of your family reunion’s weird potato salad. Some bites are salty, some are spicy, and occasionally there’s an M&M which has no business being present.

Would you rather sleep soundly at night or lie awake dripping in existential dread? Would you rather eat a hot dog or a used sandal? Would you rather fight a wombat to death or ride in a sled dragged by 58 crows? We answer none of these.