TigerBelly

Bobo is very sleepy. Khaloko double pees. Gilbo gets rice cooker’d. Pink Dick knows Job. We talk death clouds, tentacles, sudden deafness, and brittle bones. 

Sam is a young Christian warrior and a nastymouth. We talk salami sex, heteroflexibility, controlled hallucinations, scarecrow’s ass, and selling icecream in the 1950s.

Bobo finds a pebble. Khaloko has turkey day blues. Gilbo goes for the heartburn. We talk the Sin of Onan, broken mannequin heads, and the goosh gash. #smellded #hellven #yeahnene  

Russel mediates a feud. Bobo is despicable. We talk gold watches, book-smart vs street-smarts, and useless parents.

Taran is Yoda. Bobo has baleen. We talk dial up internet, debilitating paranoias, blurry lines of comedy, and Toki on sabbatical.

Bobo is the shadow of all shadows. Khaloko gets pricked. Giltits fakes a crotch shot. George is Forrest. We talk cassava plants, rumspringas, and going down with the sun.

Jesus has special teeth and loose fingers. We talk window crimes, elevator injustice, canine phobias, and how to convince your face that you're doing alright.

Bobo has a new move. Khaloko makes a grave Halloween error. We talk panty sharing, facial dick-downs, and the children of Genghis.

Bobo lies. Khaloko "lies." We talk Harvey sWeinstein, Dutch submarines, year long comas, chinky slits and an Egyptian clog maker.

There is no silver lining in this week's cloud. It's hard to keep it light. But in this week's somber belly, we give it a try and process our pain by talking about God shots, dick bubbles, dragonkicks, and penile queefing.