This podcast I did with my girl, Holly is on mixcloud

This podcast is old as shit.
If this was salsa, it would get a Mexican restaurant closed down.
It finally put it up after more than five months of dicking and pussying around.
I'll make more if I remember to do it, but I won't. I fucking won't. After a open mic I'm thinking of all the things I've done wrong at the mic/in life and am using all my subconscious mental power to drive me home and find the right CD in my backseat without using my eyes.
Anyways, I made this with my comedian girlfriend Holly Amber and made references to other movies and podcast I only listen too, like SuperBestFriendCast and the Monday Morning Podcast which, now that I think about, fucking everyone knows those who find this one. And if you don't give them a rip. Those Canucks make funny, stupid, yet insightful shit and double true for the World Renown Bill Burr.
Seriously though, listen to this podcast.
It's a video game podcast and better than ours cause Jeff Gerstmann is THE FUNNIEST MAN IN AMERICA, GODDAMN.

And after that listen to ours and email us ( banthispodcast@gmail.com ) questions and comments and whatever we might ignore it but you did it so be glad about that.

Here is a link to download the podcast: http://stream18.mixcloud.com/c/m4a/64/4/1/c/6/c9f5-6c6d-48c1-9a0b-2a5bb456fd88.m4a?1457585515

The hell is up with all this goodness?

THE HELL?!

I just finished having the best weekend ever and now I gotta finish some dumb ole' sketch for Life Drawing class?
The fuck, man.

Anywho, I twittered my ass off (but not even as much as I really should have), I played motherfuckin' football (flag football, but football nonetheless) on a battle of the sexes, I got back together with the radio team, I helped people with their issues of relationships, art queries, politics, genital issues, etc., I saw "Funny Games", "The Powerpuff Girl's Movie" and "Taxi Driver" for the first awesome times, I went out eating lobster with my mom and dad and girl who should be a friend (Krystal the Christian as I refer to her because that's her explaination for talking to me), I talk some crazy bullshit, saw Henry Rollins on Thursday and Nick Swardson on Friday.

All this and I'm not nearly done with this school year.
OH HELL NAW I AIN'T.

I found the mustard to ask Sir Swardson for an interview after a show with a made up press-pass. I wanted my school radio to have an interview or if it wasn't recorded than the school paper. I somehow kept at it and swung it. I'm waiting on the reply from his e-mail with baited breath. This has the distinct chance of not working out but hey, it was worth the shot, right?

Rollins. HOLY INTENSE SHIT.
Every subject was lobotomized by this dude.
After the show, he chastised some philanderer who missed the show but showed up to the "poetry reading" for not letting him get to his long line of autograph signées.
"I gave you my time but as you can see there are a lot of people here that I have to talk to"
"Yeah, so when are you comin' back to-"
"Did you hear what I just said, sir? Now I am trying to be pleasant but please do not let me resort to violence."
(the other guy dissolves)
"Thank you." (Goes back to writing and chattin' it up with the fans)

Got an e-mail from him too:
Drepants, thanks man. Keep filling the notebooks. Henry

I'm so fucking pleased as mothafuckin' punch.

I need sleep but THAT IS FOR THE WEAK.
Going to finish this fucking bone shit if it kills me.
Life drawing can suck a big hefty one.

OH I promised to Tyrone that I would not only make a blogger website for him but also get him an interview with my radio as well as play his songs on there. I'm obligated to help out whenever I can.

And down this road, you will face your ultimate fear...living with your parents when your 30.

Today is a brand new day for me.

I'm taking the reins.
I'm bringing up baby.
I'm takin' em to Missouri.
I'm knowin' when to holddem and when to folddem, when to walk away and when to run.
It's fantastic!
I am so doing stand-up as a job this summer (along with many part-time ones, OH that reminds me to check my e-mail for UPS's response to my e-mail).
I am doing something of magnitude everyday.
I am calling the people that need to be called every week.

Starting today, no more lazy about watching shit on the internet (I've done enough to last me a lifetime back in college).
I need to write and read and work every single day.
I have a year to get myself awesome and show my 'rents that Andre Lemont Churchwell Jr. is the man that they though he was going to be when he was sired those many moons ago.
I got movie ideas that need tinkering.
Bits that need it too.
My room need s to be the cleanest of the house.
And my comic books....ooh boy...my comic books will be studied and pondered about till I can create an original idea for one myself.

They will be no stopping me.
Except you.
Not you, the happy reader.
YOU.
INTERNET.

I must salvage what I can of my will and strength and keep these brandwith demons at bay long enough to...catch up on the news of a Runaway's movie?...Wah-WHAT! And Brian K. Vaughn is writing the scrip-NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' BOUT WILLIS!

....er...

Good 'morrow.