Caught last night's episode in between blogging and e-mailing and calling and...
GOBAMA!
It was a great episode, but guys--must you put everything in your mouths? I swear to gawd, you guys will eat anything (cod stomach?--come on!--cod testicles?--WTF??)). You remind me of Larry, Darryl and Darryl on the 80s Bob Newhart show. You'll do anything for a dollar. Eat anything for a dollar. I was disappointed about Doug not barfing. I mean, I don't necessarily like seeing Doug barf--well, I guess I do--but I don't want to expect him to barf--well, I guess I do because, well, he's funnier than Mike when he does it because we always get the post-barf analysis, the play-by-play of the contents of Doug's stomach that were just spewed all over the whatever...
Also...the background music on the show is sometimes vaguely reminiscent of that in a p0rno, and yes, I'm confident enough to say I viewed a p0rno or two back in the day. Anyhoo, can you find a way to get rid of the cheesy, muzak, porno type music that accompanies the show? I have no suggestions for an alternative, only complaints about the status quo.
I do think that some classical music would be great whenever one of you barfs.
I thought the episode was great! -- Mike finally found something Barsky wouldn't eat! I thought it would be the cod eyeballs but it turned out to be cod sperm. Wouldn't get me to try any of it.
