A fact learned the hard way when searching for a pic for this week’s episode: You can only go through so many pages of Google’s results for “Coco + ass” before it stops displaying Ice-T’s wife and starts showing Brazilian gay porn. In addition to the aforementioned Coco (Coco-T?), we […]
Members of the Papa’s Basement cast tend to have a lifespan about as long as that of a Spinal Tap drummer. Hopefully that streak will be broken with our new co-host, Rachael, who does a bang-up job in her first appearance. We cover the latest NFL rape case (this week […]
The gang delights in the “tragic” brain hemorrhage of Bret Michaels, discusses possible replacements for his VH1 show (Chuck-D in D of Love anyone?) and debates which other reality stars should be visited by such afflictions. (Hint: one of their names rhymes with “Snooki.” Wait, can a word rhyme with […]
“South Park” creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone are receiving death threats for depicting Muhammad dressed in a bear suit on their show. And, in Mexico, a 10-year-old is being denied the right to abort the child her rapist step-father splooged inside her. Hear the deep theological debate on a […]
On one hand, I think Ben Roethlisberger is innocent of raping that broad in Georgia. On the other hand…that haircut is doing everything in its power to convince me otherwise. The gang tackles this sensitive subject with all the sympathy and tenderness you’ve come to expect from the Papa’s Basement […]
The world is an awful place. Tiki Barber left his wife, eight months pregnant with twins, for some 23-year-old scooch. A pre-teen died in Yemen from internal injuries caused by rape three days after being married to a man decades her senior. And, most damning of all, my plan to […]
We run Veronica through the highlights of “The 100 Unsexiest Men of the Year” list and see who disgusts her and who actually gets her motor running (surprising fuck: Bill Clinton). Toss in the toughest “Fuck/Marry/Kill” ever and you have yourself a yabba-doo time. If “yabba-doo” is a euphemism for […]
Spring is in the air, and, with it, the stifling stench of “jizz blossoms,” as they’re colloquially known. I discuss why it’s best for all concerned that I never go to a beach densely populated by bikini-clad women (hey, maybe it isn’t because I’d be facing rape charges inside of […]
I’m going to get the bad news out of the way: This edition of Papa’s Basement, which, hopefully, heralds the arrival of a second episode each week, was recorded in the radio station’s “other” studio. What does that mean to you? Nothing…other than bad mics and acoustics so poor I […]