#388 (recap): The GPS says It’s Fine

#388 (recap): The GPS says It’s Fine

Bobby, Mike, Ann and Hillary are recording on St. Patrick’s Day morning, and for some reason, Hillary has already set up shop in a bathroom. (Don’t worry, it apparently has room service.) And as if that wasn’t enough radio gold, her recent sexual harassment training has inspired a show-stopping new romance novel. Plus, we cover Mike’s (aka DJ Postmaster General’s) plan to save the United States Postal Service, Bobby’s Dallas Salad and throwin’ bologna, and progress in our ongoing efforts to corrupt Ann. 

Oh, and we talk about TBTL. Even the serious bits. 

#387 (Clip Show): We All Need to Find Our Dinkytowns

#387 (Clip Show): We All Need to Find Our Dinkytowns

“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”

We should all take a little more time to appreciate the wonder that is the United States Postal Service, so Ann and Christy are using this month’s clip show to examine the special place the Post Office occupies in the history of TBTL. Jen teaches us about the subtle language of stamps. Luke complains about the long lines, but doesn’t know how to work the system. Andrew has a weird mail-related fear. Multiple plans to turn the fortunes of the USPS around are proposed. Plus, the secondary stamp market, the wonders of General Delivery, our confusion re: current stamp prices, and why don’t you just send Grandma a note once in a while, for God’s sake!


#386 (Recap): The Gigatarian’s Dilemma

#386 (Recap): The Gigatarian’s Dilemma

This week, Luke went to the pizza convention, Andrew went all around Seattle, and Phyllis Fletcher made a triumphant return to TBTL. After hearing about naked hot tubs, the last Busterblocker, and how Luke “had” to eat meat, we hash through the interesting topics and ask some questions. Is Mt. Constitution really much of a mountain? Why do we assume that body-confident naked guys must be old? Which one of us is willing to sacrifice their body to test driverless cars? As far as our own business goes, we’re working through some exciting new concepts for podcasts that we plan to offer to Jewel Case Media as soon as we’ve gotten caught up on our Nineties movie franchises. Mike shares tells some stories about the soap opera that is prison sports. Meredith once got into trouble for NOT taking her clothes off in public. Ann identifies a surprising parallel between TBTL and Jeopardy. Plus, movie rentals for cults, life goals for fish, and the moral objection to cheese.

#385 (Recap): The Year of Realizing Stuff

#385 (Recap): The Year of Realizing Stuff

As our national sage, Kylie Jenner, once said, “I feel like this year is really about, like, the year of just realizing stuff."  And thus begins a new era of Luke, and possibly LRB? We’re switching up our format a bit, and Luke is realizing that maybe, sometimes? he can be kind-of a jerk. Join the ladies of LRB as they also realize that 1) we can’t go out as late as we once did, 2) houses cost a lot all of the time, 3) celebrities are no better than us, and 4) sometimes we have to bump it up to 2x.


We hope you enjoyed the LRB change-up. Let us know what you think!  We promise we will NOT police your tone. #foreplay #politecar

#384 (Friday): A Tale of Two Vincents

#384 (Friday): A Tale of Two Vincents

Buckle up, friends - this is a wild one. On this Final Friday show we attempt to go through the mailbag and then dig into the latest batch of your Amazon purchases, but are quickly derailed by multiple instances of hosts leaving the recording session, a pear confession, a Rorschach fax, a North Carolina grandmother with ALL the answers, and far too much discussion about Canadian bands. There are sub sandwiches, new nicknames, pronunciation questions, and a surprising detour into the unique challenge of being Joey Fatone. Christy and Hillary take Bobby to task over a careless comment. Ann’s concerned about pheromone cologne. Mike is definitely keeping up with the conversation. Vincent Gardenia!

P.S. We’re still waiting on our invitations to that basketball party.