Since we landed just below the cutoff for that big radio contest, Bobby, Ann, Meredith and Hillary change gears and get back to the business of reviewing the latest week of TBTL, despite the aggressively political and sensual overtones coming from the couple at the other end of the communal pod-lobby. Plus, Hillary recommends the movie Tully, Meredith explains why she has been watching Law & Order SVU, Ann ardently avoids conversation about Robinson Canó, and Bobby accidentally sparks a conversation that may put Vitamin D—the hottest vitamin—on Mike’s list of language banned from conversation. (Here’s hoping he never sees Grease 2, or we might run out of words.)
Step into our money booth, take off your pants and break out the tar, because it’s time for another TBTL recap! We’ve got so much to talk about that we didn’t have time to finish slicing our hotdogs, even with our new kitchen harp. Included in this chock-full episode: we’re breaking out the judge’s hammer (gavel, dangit) to make a ruling on a new studio name. We promise not to tell the Red Robin staff it’s your birthday. We have a consensus that taking money you didn’t earn is wrong, unless you find it in a pair of pants at Value Village. We’re in disbelief over Luke’s casual attitude towards passports, as well as his comfort at driving with an expired license. And we’re in firm agreement that David From the Basement is the best thing about any show he’s on. Plus, Ann and Meredith have their first fight, and we prove that Frizzell isn’t the only one on this podcast who can tell a touching story.
It happens to us all: we’ve gotten off the plane and later realize our iPad is still in the seat back pocket. Oh, you haven’t? Well then, we’ve all left our belongings unattended at our departure gate while we go to the Hudson News to buy an outrageously overpriced Bag Of Farts. Not that, either? Uh, okay, we’ve all certainly taken a cab to a sketchy area of East Las Vegas to confront a “medium-terrifying Mexican guy” we suspect has our phone. Seriously, you haven’t done that? Right, because it’s only Luke Burbank who does those kinds of things. Ann and Christy are ready to take Burbs to task over his carelessness with his electronic possessions in locations that range from the airport to the back of cabs to his own bathroom. Along the way we discuss the salaries of flight attendants, Luke’s moral relativism, and whether or not we would ever ask a stranger to watch our luggage. Our big takeaway from this episode? “Don’t steal stuff.”
Newly minted co-host Hillary Livingston Butler leads Manchaca Mike and I-35-abutted Bobby on a special All-Texas Edition of LRB, including our TBTL Week in Review, a recap of our liquor -infused days of fun, and the joy of seeing Luke crush his appearance on Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! So pop off your legs, toss out those Bad Pants, and don’t sleep on the smoked turkey, because this one’s more fun than a Forensic Files marathon and a miracle epidural. Good stuff.
The last week of TBTL was an emotional one, and there isn’t really a great way to recap someone’s grief over the loss of a friend. Instead, Mike shares one of his own tough experiences with Ann and Bobby, and we all do some metaphorical (not literal) phone-hugging.
That said, don’t worry! It’s not all so serious. We still had plenty of time to pick apart the guys’ irrational anxieties, our own issues with statue permanence (thank you David Copperfield), Emu’s Pink Windmill Kids, Mike’s crack update, Bobby’s Red Scare stare, Ann’s concern for Mr. Rogers, and a delicious veggie wedgie. Now if only we could explain that smell from the attic…