Michael Morris returns for the umpteenth time in the umpteenth episode about godawful movies no one should ever be forced to watch. And yet we watch them freely, because we hate ourselves.
Vivian joins the guys for their annual new fall shows episode.Once again, the networks top themselves in creating magnificent works of art that will hold up for eons to come. Get ready for rave reviews all around!
John & Pat shoot themselves in the foot by giving listeners advice on other podcasts to listen to. Next week: tips to steal their loved ones away from them!
John & Pat continue to make their way through The Wire at the glacial pace that’s sure to infuriate fans. They also check out Ozark – which, despite the presence of Jason Bateman, is neither funny nor enabling to abusive men!
If you’ve ever watched a monkey try to do calculus, you know what you’re in for: John & Pat, with no improv background between them, play improv games. Aren’t you tired of professionals like Paul F. Tompkins and Jason Mantzoukas giving you polished, reliably entertaining comedy? Of course you are. Welcome to the future.
The end of the Reagan years vs. the end (hopefully?) of the Trump years: who made better art? Or, for that matter, better TV, movies and pop music? The answer will both delight and sicken you! Just like life.
Bust out your Nickelback and Nelly CDs and journey back to the year 2002 – a simpler time, when cable cop shows dealt with lighter subject matter like heroin addiction and pedophile rings.
John & Pat tackle philosophy by discussing nothing to highlight the meaninglessness of existence. Or they were just to lazy to come up with an actual topic. Listen and decide for yourself.
It’s that time of year again! John and Pat each pick their top 10 songs from the first half of the year. Note to listeners: your terrible band didn’t make the list.
For their milestone 250th episode extravaganza, Pat & John celebrate by doing the exact same thing they do every year at this time: looking at the new fall shows. What did you expect, Paul F. Tompkins? Get a grip.