So, just how did I spend my Friday night? I’m an erudite man. A fan of the finer things in life. Which means, when I got a chance to watch midget wrestling with some old friends, how could I say no? The event was life-altering. Find out why…aside from the […]
To even a casual fan of this site, it’s obvious that my middle name is “classy.” So it might come as a shock when I tell you this, but I’d go balls-deep in JWoww any day of the week, with or without a condom. Which is a good thing, because […]
Yankees fan or not, the fact that Derek Jeter dumped Minka Kelly, one of the most beautiful women on the planet, to pursue more strange in the twilight of his career, is a triumph for all men. That he kicks out said strange after one night and sends them home […]
I’ve been utterly fascinated with the Duggar family ever since they appeared on my radar a few days ago for snapping photos of themselves fondling their miscarried child. (“Fondle” doesn’t necessarily have a sexual connotation. I felt I should clarify that before you guys assumed that link went to photos […]
Enjoy another solo episode, where I cover such varied topics as saying goodbye to a really fun job, my take on the Tim Tebow phenomenon, why Lindsay Lohan’s breasts in Playboy (link NSFW) were awesome and why I can’t get enough of Jessica Simpson’s fat, farty pregnant tits. Okay, I […]
99 times out of 100, a celebrity dies and I could care less. So why do I find the death of Patrice O’Neal, the most brilliant comedic mind of our generation, so damn depressing? Listen to find out and mourn the passing of a comedy god. (What a way to […]
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, […]