Nightclubbing! (Hulkamania Running Down You Leg)

 

Hello, dear listener. Welcome back. How are you? I hope you're doing well. How are things doing in TRAP Town? I don't know. You tell me. Actually, scratch that. You won't tell me. I know you won't tell me. Your silence speaks volumes, dear listener. There's a new episode today. Or is there? What exactly is this? Is it an episode of TRAPPO? Is it some kind of madcap experiment? Perhaps a commentary on the inherent banality of evil? Grace Jones is cool. Hulk Hogan is a terrible human being. Are we capable of caring for more than one person? What does Arnold Schwarzenegger's beard smell like? Have we summoned the ghost of Pauline Kael? I think we need to call everybody's favorite bio-exorcist. Frag grenades for days.

The madness & the mania just blew our 24-inch guns out!

Just listen to the damned thing. You might enjoy it. You probably won't, but I don't really care either way. This episode had to happen. That's all you need to know. Who wants to hear more dumb discussions between an insecure chatterbox and his checked-out cousin? It's okay to mix things up every now and then. It's okay to try something else. Maybe you like steak a whole bunch, but you can't eat steak every single day of your life. Sometimes you need to eat some fucking pancakes. This episode is like pancakes, I guess. That's a good enough description, dear listener. Take a chance and listen to some pancakes for a while. You may be glad you did. Or it may drive you insane. Just give it a shot. You can tune in below, or find TRAPPO on Apple, Pocket Casts, RadioPublic, Spotify, Spotify 2, or Amazon, and just let your brain leak out of your big dumb ears...

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Thanks for whatever. Have a good week.