The strip club is a favorite topic on Papa’s Basement. There’s this episode we did after a visit to West Virginia’s Vixens, the home to many a broken girl’s shattered dream. And this article about a visit to Vegas’ Hustler Club. And this written tale about the visit to Vixens […]
Things start with me screaming ’til I lose my voice about the disrespectful c-u-next-Tuesday I had on my show two weeks ago. My bile sufficiently vented, I turn my attention to The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn and ask my co-hostess what the Hell women see in that crap. (Thankfully not […]
Given my personality, it was only a matter of time before I scared away the rest of the Papa’s Basement crew and was forced to do a show alone. The experience, albeit somewhat rocky, left me with a newfound appreciation for guys like Bill Rohland, Grant Paulsen and Danny Rouhier, […]
The gang discusses their Halloween adventures in Richmond, containing such incidents as a trip to goth/fetish club, practically banging a girl in front of her fiancee and the sighing of several women large enough to make Tracy Morgan’s heart skip a beat. The show’s highlight, however, is a visit from […]
Even though every minute I look at it withers the already-infinitesimal odds I ever enter into a normal relationship…I enjoy me some porn. Which would have been an edgy admission 40 years ago when that meant going to a theater and blowing a furtive load against the inside of a […]
I have to admit, I’m not the most politically aware guy. I find sports and entertainment news far more interesting, and what political information I do encounter is usually fed to me secondhand by Opie & Anthony or stumbled upon as I wake up on Sunday to Meet the Press […]
So you’re taking a jab at a beloved American icon and the title is a reference to an obscure horror film you and three other people have seen. Way to win over an audience, Papageorgiou. The gang and I discuss the (possibly overhyped) legacy of Steve Jobs, chasing your dreams, […]
Because I’m in the shape you’d assume of a guy who spends most of his life glued to the Internet, a recent trip to the gym ended with me tearing a muscle, which, in turn, resulted in a visit to the ER. Normally, the $2,000 dollars or so that this […]
I’m going to come right out and say it: Nirvana’s Nevermind is the most overrated album released in my lifetime. Cry all you want to the contrary, but it just makes you sound like an even bigger fool. On the 20th anniversary of its release, several hack music journalists, among […]