April 18th, 2018
Matt always winds up back at asshole. Subscribers are thinking, “wow.” Terbium gets the fellas off on an environmental activism jag. Bill debuts and retires his Sammy Hagar impression. Shelly demands that Williamson, “Hand me out!” Does Williamson have a phone or not? Any tea-bagging from Shelly is barely a knee-bend. Ricky Roma, private dick: salesman-detective extraordinaire gets brought into the light. The fellas finally get back to Romaville. The fellas shudder at the thought that a man is “his job.” Matt points out that being on a sit and sitting with a customer are two different things. Leon Redbone swings around and brings that signature sound to the GGGR world. This inexplicably turns into a WWTP, where Rickman gets cast. From there its just straight-fizzle.
April 11th, 2018
Matt helps Bill out of his imposter syndrome and then helps him back into it. Gonzo makes his GGGR debut. Shelly is locked all on the Nyborgs, nothing on him. Matt praises the direction and camera work while again reiterating his LMR argument. Bill is the slumper AND a slump seer. Anyone looking to unleash their pent-up, giant baby thoughts, @billwinegardner is ready for you! The fellas liken the salesforce to a bunch o’ vampires. Then they discuss what it is to have solemnities. Why didn’t The Machine notice the sideboard at first? The boys announce their new project, “The Cyborg, Sideboard hour.” Bill is dealing with some PTSD from abusive, early episodes. Mamet’s work is so lean. Bill notes that Dave brings you “in” by leaving things “out.” Shelly and Ricky shake hands like men. Bill tells us all about the time when he got Stroehecker’ed and the boys rank the probable handshake techniques of the salesforce. The fellas incept a housekeeping within a housekeeping. Matt has a fuel cell that runs on conflict. Matt realizes that Bill is already at peak performance, but it’s OK, 'cause he’s got a real dandy handshake.
April 4th, 2018
A new segment, “What’s Botherin’ Bill?” is born, and in the maiden voyage, Bill whine-asks the question, “Where are my play toys?” Li’l Roma is the dream that turns into a nightmare for Matt. Bill vows to do something pro-active for the first time in… well prolly a really, really, long while. The legend of Coty Clark is born, and dies just as quick. Matt is super excited about what minute 63 means to his LMR (legit mutual respect) argument. Matt is a casualty of the contemporary language and gets ALL bound up on the phrase “pussy-foot.” Shelly is NOT pussy-footing around, even when fumbling with breakers in the basement. Matt hates a pleat, and the fellas break down the suspenders in this minute. 22 minutes is a long time to be holding up a pen. Shelly is blasting his delts. Bill breaks down what exactly is the “friendly end” of a pen. Harriet and Blah Blah are VERY uneasy about the salesman statue sitting at their kitchen table. It's like pulling teeth for Matt, attempting to get Bill to apologize. Bill, as usual, prematurely wants to end the minute. Matt wants the new jingle. Bill shares some more theater stuff but this time he saw it in a moving picture house. The boys slip in one of the shortest housekeeping segments ever, and follow it up with a WWTP that takes them all over New York City and into your living room, circa 1980. The fellas have a blast recreating the WTF interview. If anyone’s reading these, tweet “You stupid fucking cunt” to @gggrminute… and then please go for help… wait, first order me up some fried-rice, THEN go for help. Thanks.