TigerBelly

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.

Kuya Jo and Bobo rewind to the days of shit-shoveling, Aqua Net hair, money buffalos, candy corn teeth, and the Vegas Grind.

James stops by to talk Diplo, poolhouses, wolverine claws, founding fathers, pussy frenzies, the rom com life, and the assassination of the ego.

Steeby gets scratched by a demon. Bobo has shrinkage. Khaloko is a super recognizer. We talk propagnosia, a sad Superman, and Vice President Clifford Benson.

Rosey is also Petyr Baelish. Bobo is Huckleberry. Khaloko blinks and cries. We talk psychic abilities, Little Pinopo, cum on the belt, and the man in the mirrror.