After a night on the town, John asks himself…is he honest to god a social retard and is there any help for him? We also get into discussing the recent engagement of Mad Men‘s resident rapist Pete Campbell and the recent D.C. stripper case that’s been making area headlines. Nothing […]
The boys discuss how time is magic for some porn stars…and Hell for almost all the rest. We also cover playground racism, The Goonies and the mutants we’re forced to work with at the station we record in. Click here to listen to this episode or use the embedded player […]
I recap all the details of Will‘s 30th birthday, ranging from filthy strippers to a steak joint for the elderly to the horrible dumps I was taking all of Sunday. It’s fun. It’s easy. Just give a click and listen. Click here to listen to this episode or use the […]
This week Pat Robertson asserted that, “(The recent abundance of) snow is God’s way of punishing were planning to drive to do something gay (thanks to Irina for the story). We discuss what it’s like having to share a planet much less a country with people like Mr. Robertson and […]
Tomorrow (February 26) is my birthday. Which is always a cause for celebration on Papa’s Basement because it’s my show and I do what I want. There are all the usual meditations on celebration and aging, plus some special words for a special listener. You know who you are (and […]
Will and I discuss the murder of Reeva Steenkamp at the hands of murderous cripple Oscar Pistorius. His was a tale that went from triumphing over adversity to a fable of God’s infinite wisdom: For you see, the Lord knows all, and knew Oscar would one day kill a beautiful […]
Sex and the City is as ruinous to young women as HPV and poor blowjob skills combined. Find out why by listening to this episode of Papa’s Basement. (See what I did there? It’s called a tease. Now fall for it and listen!) Click here to listen to this episode […]
From buying lube alongside flowers for their mother on February 13 to cunningly choosing potential Valentine’s Day dates based upon their desperation level–and thus likelihood to have sex–the Papageorgiou brothers discuss all the wisdom, experiences and duplicity they intend to bring to this year’s Valentine’s Day. Click here to listen […]
The sex god of our times isn’t Brad Pitt or George Clooney or Leonardo DiCaprio. It’s zombie guts-smeared Norman Reedus on The Walking Dead. Why? I don’t know. But we try to figure it out.