Our opening set of music consisted mostly of Twisted Sister tracks, in honor of their late drummer, A.J. Pero, who I'm sad to say passed just one short week ago. Always had a great deal of love and respect for Twisted Sister, and his passing is a sad one for many of us

 

Our long-suffering host, Joe Wyatt, was suffering a bit more this week, as he'd come down with a case of the plague. Even shared the story about how he got sick. Seems he had a run-in with a couple of moldy pieces of marble loaf cake. Obviously, he didn't realize they were moldy at first, but it was too late. Seems he's allergic to mold, and this apparently affected his immune system in a negative manner, opening him up to all kinds of nasal ickiness.

Naturally, it was a bit of a chore for him to speak as a result, but he held up pretty well. The guy's a trooper, I'll give him that!

 

Jeffie shared an interesting story about an airplane that had to turn around after a passenger used the, ummmm...facilities...and stank the entire plane up. Y'know it's bad when they literally have to reroute a flight...

Jeffie seems to think that I was the passenger, and while, yes, I did on ONE occasion, stink up WEOS badly (it permeated the entire studio...), I can assure you all that I have NEVER in my life flown...anywhere... 

Sorry, Jeffie, I'm not the guilty party!

 

After last weeks indignities (Jeffie took a cheese grater to my head...well, BOTH my heads, actually...), I made it very clear that I'd like to beat him to the point where Azkath won't be able to send us another clone of him for at least a year.

Doesn't mean I'll get the chance, of course, but man, I sure would LOVE to do that... 

To make matters worse, Joe went so far as to suggest that I'd like to have a nail gun used on me next, and there was also something mentioned about sacrificing me to Satan...again...

In fact, it was suggested that perhaps they'd nail me to my chair, more or less effectively crucifying me, before sacrificing me to Satan... 

Really, guys? Once was enough! Bad enough you took my corpse the last time around and turned it into demon-possessed jerky...

And, on top of that, they got talking about summoning Sasquatches...in the interest of me having "Sexy Time With Bigfoot".

Honestly, why do I stick around this scene? It isn't bad enough that they want to sacrifice me or staple me to burning tables, oh hell no, now they want me to get molested by  cryptozoological monstrosities! 

Besides...everybody knows there's no such thing as Bigfoot...that's just silly...

 

- Randy MetalWulf