Blarm! – Show #30I Am Better – Woo Hoo 
B – Sickness All Gone, Pinkie Swears
L – Phil – The Ipod Hero
A – Lawn Mowing Breakdown
R – Looking At Your Poo, Daily Source Code
M – MSCL Feedback, MyWorld Podcast, Sneaker.fm, WankerGirl Birth, Flappr Map
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Dana… Awesome podcast!! I don’t know if this is how the neighborhood works in Newfoundland, but here in good ol’ Salt Lake City we pay neighborhood kids to mow our lawn. They supply their own equipment and do it weekly. The fee is minimal, usually under $10 each week. It might be a great alternative than either you or Phil pushing the mower around. Also, you can buy a bag of amonium sulfate from the store. Its sole purpose is to turn your grass green. Try it. It really works!
Wow… I really think you love Phil more than I do now. Of course, my feelings are waining because he’s disappeared from your cast. =/
*heavy sigh*
You’ve said it yourself, and I really believe you now. You have a man’s brain. Giving birth to brown baby boys (and families even)?? Wow… ratemypoo.com might just be for you.
I love ya, Wanker Girl!!
Keep the songs coming!
Kill that damn recorder.
- Jake =)
That was a great show!!! and I love the stuff about my so called life. I loved that show too, damn it. Tell us a little about growing up in your family, some stories about first kiss and first boyfriend. Maybe someting about your friends. Thank you, hotsauselover
I love how you say my name.
Will you find a way to say it more often?
Maybe if I write to you incessantly?
I looked over at my 4 year-old boy and said, “Shishkabob!”
When he turned to me, I looked away, as per your instructions.
In his little boy diction, he asked, “What you said Dad?”
“Shishkabob.”
“Oh.”
Cool! I made the show … voice comment on episode 23 comming up!
WankerGirl…..great show!
I’m pre-subscribing for another 30 shows……wink wink!
A grass cutting remedy.
Option #1
Option #2
Option #3
Poo
The basics of going poo.
Nothing to do with poo.
1st Generation, my old friend.
The death of an iPod.
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Sister, you were talking out of my head this show… I have this pathological fear of Nagging. I hate that word. I’ll do anything not to nag. I’ll let things slide that drive me nuts so I can go beyond the “nag” to the “terrifying-psycho-freak-out” where I do that yelling/crying/snuffling thing about whatever needs to be done and I scare him into doing it. I’d rather meltdown than nag.
My friends- nearly all of whom hold PhDs and research positions in agriculture- and I have a term for that really long poo that doesn’t break. It’s called the “wrap-around.” Now, whenever mention of something wrapping around anything comes up- even in seminars about microbiology- my friend Lance snickers.
My husband decided that we needed to come up with the craziest term possible for pooping to teach our children someday. The one that has stuck around and caught on amongst our friends has been “ruining the toilet.” Carl (my husband) thought that would be hilarious for a second grader to tell her teacher that she needs to go ruin the toilet. Well, I’m in my 3rd month of pregnancy right now (Woo hoo! You’re the first of my imaginary friends to know)- and the first thing my friend Eric said was, “Wow, you’re going to ruin a person.” Fascinating way to describe birth, don’t you think?
I’ll confess, I always look before I flush. You want to know what really makes you obsessed with your poo? Traveling- particularly in a developing country. I went to Ghana for a month in college, and we talked more about our bowels than anything else. I think it’s something that everyone can relate to, and if things aren’t working properly, your whole existance is off kilter. Oh yeah- some of my friends on that trip had also traveled in China, where they coined the phrase “crunking” for pooping. Someone got a box of crunky crackers (I think they were supposed to be crunchy) and it just caught on. We regularly use all the phrases above in my house… all the therapy in my poor child’s future.
Great show! You should get this:
Robotic Mower