Who will answer the challenge? Who will hear the clarion call and say YES?

The Brow's intro features ancient radio transmissions an other radio station ids, at 45:00 Puzzling, Hal, Philo and special guest star Bishop Joey mainline pure unadulterated Show but with clean rigs and concentrated Joey. BM patter on the sinking primordial crusty lake. Hal helps out. The Show is honestly against any real work. Virtuous Philo sacrificed himself to the Conspiracy for the children of the future. Bishop Joey and his 2 good women, Hitting themselves in hammer with their heads, nice noble humble Hal and mean but nice Bishop Joey help good Philo clean the bridge into a brighter greener future for the kids.

Quit Your Job from California Boy Named Philo

Who is built like a potato filled with rocks and smells like grated rotten puke cheese smothered with sauce made from fermented skunks? What kind of maniac sings a song about making durian fruit into breakfast?

Were You Talkin

Buggy Bumpers

In ancient times, users were sometimes disconnected from the prevailing communication devices of the day. The Brow's intro features a mesmerizing descent into a revolting cascade of meta-morphodite mortocryphonous binetrophul vantisement. Then, at 50:30 Puzz, Philo, Hal and KrOB begin tenacious skullery transmogrification procedings like a mad yellow bulldog with 3 to 4 heads. The Boys take a nostalgic floppy drive through yesterday's evolutionary dead ends. New audio apps make an appearance. Dr Hal needs serious medicine. All the Show's sons call at once and battle for predominance. School for Drug Abuse and Nutria Fecundity with Wombat cubic turdage. Philo plays his phone with his mouth the wrong way

Temporarily Disconnected

I imagine this is like someone's personal journey through an unknown forest of forgotten questions, lost dreams and unrealized goals, but not mine. I still have mine. Then, The Brow's intro measures how much insanely jocular frivolity the listener can stand and still keep laughing their collective ass off while screaming "What?" and bumping into things then @ 45:25 Puzz, Philo and Hal. Puzz waited for his stuff which was now dumb, The Joy of wood beating,, The Boys are hungry tonight. Donner party annual hike, Grandma Soup recipes, End O' The World questions, callers are fighting each other in the pool, Callers make us look better, Stuck in arcane trivia mode until Dreams of Fluffy extra donut time, Lardbelly Donuts is not a good name on the moon.

Stone Oh Oh Oh

Here is an "album" of "music" that I "composed" for you the "listener". Please "enjoy". DECEPTIVE HEADLINE ALERT: The Brow's 3.5 HOUR INTRO is a bacon pancake election KNIFE fight tour de' farce then at 3:20 Puzz, Hal, Philo and Bishop Joey notice that Jesse Dobbs broke his tongue by ranting too hard, The Boys as history sassanators recall how they used to innocently SHOOT each other for laughs, horror movie talk. Unheard mindblowing stuff that occurs during the break CD idea, Train movies and HITLER movies are discussed in depth, Using Hitler's brain for good in the future with a vanishing lady on an atomic snowpiercing train in the orient, Wild Bunch Kryptonian underwear , and then too many movies references to end. 

Your "programmer", Philo.

Not Enough Time To Think

The Brow's intro stuns itself into self awareness then the Show powers up to a new level where everything is fresh again. Hal knows it all and Puzzling knows everything else, New band names come and go, Doug has to sit on Hal to keep him quiet when Mom gets home or she'll freak, more "Bob" more time-movie yakkin', tonight's show is a meteor storm in the bacon freakout desert of reality, Show crashes the Fecebook, 23 seconds ago = good old days, Is that your internet?, Test of Time Cliff Notes, Punch 'em in the sack, change the Show's diaper and put it to bed before Dream Fluff

Your "programmer", Philo.

Swamp Dream

The Brow's intro's robot's transmodulator's access hatch cover's faulty imbalance deregulator does NOT cause any residual damage as previously reported then @43:48 live Puzz, Hal, Philo and Show Son Caller Charlie commence to palaver about "the old days" of Charles Chips, Philo dreams of cheesy grits and greens, Porridge Naming Method, Thangs for the Mammaries, Neckectomies of the Dead, Dad whales the living tar completely OUT OF THE CHILDREN, Hal needs chips, Geriatric Martial Arts, Dr Hal pure satisfaction, Philo complains about Hal's course on Sex and Real Estate, fricatively speaking then The Brow's intro says to the Children of the sun, see your time has just begun, searching for your ways, through adventures every day. Every day and night, with the condor in flight, with all your friends in tow, you search for the Cities of Gold. Then at 52:30 the Boys explore 2-Headedness, Ten years ago the Boys were sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. The Boys promptly escaped from a maximum security marzlevane to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem and no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the Show.

Your "programmer", Philo.

Bowling With Geese And Babies

The Brow's intro builds a Giant Mexican Wall with a FAT DOOR on the smelly sweaty nether regions of our hilarious President-Elect's brain-place with BIG RED STRAPS! @49:50 Philo, Puzzling and Hal, recount the story of Tarrus and Nicotina, a wall needs to be taller that your legs, Chainsaw hedgetrimmer, Red State vehicular mud fun, hard hitting eyewitness approach, monsters vs grandpas, Uncle Joe: Thespian, Lawn Mower On a Stick, Show Son Caller Charlie weighs in, Redneck Mud Fun, jibber jabber
Your "programmer", Philo.

Bad News For Clowny

The Brow's intro is a coded message to all losers reminding them of the myth of success and the futility of existence whereas to non-losers the message inspires a truer, more real greatness than could otherwise be achieved without its wise guidance and brave counsel. Then at 1:12 Hal, pseudo-Philo and Puzz begin the deconstruction of the Pink Soul.

Your "programmer", Philo.

American Psycho Slight Return

"I am here because I want revenge," Hal bellowed, in a noble tone. He slammed his face against D. Atwell's fist, with the force of 2796 badgers. "I frigging hate you, D. Atwell Woodman." D. Atwell sneered back, even more smarmy and still fingering the massive blade. "Hal, look at these 3 words," he replied. They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two disgusted, different donkeys boating at a very scheming accident, which had rockabilly music playing in the background and two tactless uncles chatting to the beat. D. Atwell regarded Howlland's scrawny eyebrows and greasy toenails. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently. 
"Hmph," pondered Howlland. "Please?" begged D. Atwell with puppy dog eyes. Howlland looked jumpy, his body blushing like a tired, teeny-tiny teapot. Then Howlland came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

Your "programmer", Philo.

Decent Meal

Here is an "album" of "music" that I "composed" for you the "listener". Please "enjoy".

Your "programmer", Philo.

Aural Aire

Whilst investigating the death of a local private detective, a fishmonger named Puzzlina Evidencia uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, weathered sausage circulating throughout Dobbstown. As soon as anyone uses the sausage, he or she has exactly 241 days left to live. A marked person feels like a scrawny rat. Puzzlina gets hold of the sausage. A collage of images flash into her mind: a creepy platypus balancing on a dead private detective, an old newspaper headline about a bungee jumping accident, a hooded armadillo ranting about thorax. When Puzzlina notices her cloaca has rat-like properties, she realises that the curse of the weathered sausage is true and calls in her doctor, a computer programmer named Howlland Owll. Howlland examines the sausage and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds the creepy platypus balancing on a pendulous private detective particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death. Puzzlina and Howlland pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, . Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?

'If You Could Go Anywhere' from Lobar: Frog-Boy of Athens

Puzzlina Evidencia had always loved sunny Dobbstown with its soft, scrawny sinkholes. It was a place where she felt moody. She was a callous, proud, Hot Buttered Rum Martini drinker with handsome toes and ample nostrils. Her friends saw her as a soft, scrawny saint giant. Once, she had even rescued a frantic tiny tot from a burning building. That's the sort of woman he was. Puzzlina walked over to the window and reflected on her damp surroundings. The sunny rain teased like trotting donkeys. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Halvin Robbingfolk. Halvin was an admirable coward monster with curvaceous toes and skinny nostrils. 
Puzzlina gulped. She was not prepared for Halvin. As Puzzlina stepped outside and Halvin came closer, she could see the sharp glint in his eye. "I am here because I want a wifi code," Halvin bellowed, in a violent tone. He slammed his fist against Puzzlina's chest, with the force of 3381 owls. "I frigging love you, Puzzlina Evidencia." Puzzlina looked back, even more tranquil and still fingering the massive gold bullion. "Halvin, s'cuse me while I kiss this guy," she replied. They looked at each other with quixotic feelings, like two thoughtful, teeny-tiny tortoises flopping at a very smelly Valentine's meal, which had funk-a-billy music playing in the background and two creepy uncles jerking to the beat. Puzzlina regarded Halvin's curvaceous toes and skinny nostrils. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently. "Hmph," pondered Halvin. "Please?" begged Puzzlina with puppy dog eyes. Halvin looked volatile, his body blushing like a pickled, panicky pizza. Then Halvin came inside for a nice drink of Hot Buttered Rum Martini. THE END

'I Need My Johnson' from Lobar: Frog-Boy of Athens

A poignant tale of distrust and harmony transfixed with honor and the illusion of work overlaid with a side of downhome whilst simultaneously remembering Mama in her ratty old bathrobe whipping up a breakfast for tired chimpanzees.

'Let's Go Find These Bitches' from Lobar: Frog-Boy of Athens

'Alright, the Code Works Like This' from We're You Talking?

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