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Take a journey through the shenanigans of the TV world.

Customer Reviews

A bad day at the doctor made better by this podcast

I have a problem - embarrassing and, from what the doctors in the ER have told me, quite serious.

I go weeks between bathroom trips. I've been warned about Megacolon and other disorders, but regardless of my fiber intake, my water intake, and my "rooting" attempts, nothing seems to help.

Two weeks ago, I got to a point where every move of my body felt like I was sitting on a hot bag of knives. I finally, after days of "trying," I found myself in the emergency room. For being impacted. The most humiliating decision to visit the ER ever.

After having my blood drawn, a doctor probed me and confirmed "yup, you're in a bad way."

Next, a nurse came in and filled me with what must have been 30-40 gallons of castile soap and water.

Then, I was left naked (the "gown" they gave me was useless) in the ER room with a portable commode (one of those folding chair-things with the bucket/hat attached).

I waited less than five minutes, and rushed onto the commode. Now, while this room is closed off and fairly private, it does have a giant door that was open except for a curtain. Therefore, privacy was nonexistent as I'm firing off massive amounts of discomfort and doctors and nurses kept coming in to ask questions, gather supplies and generally watch me cry in shame.

After what seemed like an hour, the cramping and evacuating ended, and I was comfortable enough to get off the commode; unfortunately, the doctor and nurse hadn't given me anything to "clean up" with. I had to wait for someone to come in, and they gave me two hand towels. HAND TOWELS! As if I didn't feel like a creep enough already, with the gown bunched up in my hands, trying to cover my junk, I now have to destroy two hand towels?!

All the shame seemingly over, I crawled back into the hospital bed, exhausted, sweating, and wishing I could just disappear.

Then, the doctor came back in. She said I could put my clothes back on and the nurse would be in shortly to sign me out.

As I got up and moved my jacket off my clothes, the doctor noticed a pin on my jacket. "Do you listen to [redacted] podcast? Don't you do standup too?" OH HOLY LORD! She recognized a community I follow and had recognized me from the little bit of standup I did. HOW COULD THINGS GET ANY WORSE? KILL ME NOW!

Then, the nurse came in, showed me my paperwork (follow-up stuff I needed to do; the seriousness of my condition, etc). I thought her tone and lack of eye contact was because the doctor recognized me (I thought that was unprofessional), and that she had been the one to inject me with a keg-full of soapy water, but I was wrong.

The reason the nurse didn't make eye contact was because, when I got home and looked at a dating site on my phone, the nurse was someone that earlier in the day (before I went to the ER), had commented on my profile and asked me out on a date.

Little did she know, hours later, she'd be knuckle-deep and watching me cry while I stank up the Ballard, WA emergency room.

I'm still alive, and I don't know why. This level of shame should be enough to make any grown man abandon all hope, swallow something life ending or at the very least move far, far away from any civilization and live out the remainder of his days alone with his unending shame.

At least I've got The Idiot Boxers to help me laugh through my shame. If your life is ANYTHING like mine (and I can't possibly imagine you have shame at the level I do) then you're guaranteed a good listen - If I can smile through my tears, then you'll have no problem enjoying (and learning) from these guys.

-- Hootie the Toilet Owl (Seattle, WA)

Boobtubers extraordinaire

These guys watch more TV than anyone I know and they bring that experience to you. Reviewing nearly every show you care about they bring insight, wit, and news to each episode. One of the best television podcasts on iTunes that deserves your subscription. Do it now.

Rape the Terrorist & Make 'em into a Human Centipede

This show is fantastic...they bring up topics we all think about but would be getting into trouble mentioning in work emails, such as the raping of terrorists.

Now if we can only get them onboard with The Walking Dead...

Great job/show guys, keep it up!