Frotcast 672: Hot Butt War Machine, ft. Brent Flyberg
In brief: Matt's spicy bottom, the Afroman trial, Lyin' Markwayne Mullin, and we all watched War Machine on Netflix. Brent Flyberg (producer of Pod Yourself, host of Oh Hell Yeah!) fills in for Brendan.
Matt Lieb is very tired this week. If you assumed that's because toddler kept him awake all night, as toddlers are wont to do... you would be wrong! Matt being Matt, it turns out that he just ate a very hot chicken sandwich the day before and was up all night going doo-doo. He also claims the spicy poops heat up his prostate and make his balls hurt. Can any medical experts out there confirm that this is a thing? Or is Matt Lieb just BUILT DIFFERNT (with the balls to close to the ass)?
After that, oh baby it's time to discuss the Afroman trial and God bless this man for giving us something good to talk about. In short, an Ohio Sheriff's department raided Afroman's house and found nothing illegal, but broke a lot of his stuff, and, he claims, stole $400. And so naturally he released like 20 different music videos clowning them in increasingly petty ways -- including one based on an overweight Sheriff glancing longingly at Afroman's Lemon Pound Cake. The Sheriffs sued Afroman for defamation, and as per the law of unintended outcomes, the trial has since turned into a self-staged public humiliation ritual for them. Glorious. Afroman for President. The news that Afroman had won said trial dropped after we finished recording, but let's be honest, we all knew that's what was going to happen.
What else is in the news... oh right, Markwayne Mullin, in true Trump cabinet fashion, is apparently an even worse liar than Matt's childhood friend Nick the Bitch, who once claimed his dad was the coach of the Dodgers. In fairness, Nick the Bitch was a child, whereas Markwayne (pick a name, asshole!) was a full adult when he reportedly claimed, to a jiu-jitsu coach, that he (Markwayne) had once beaten a Gracie so badly that they asked him to move to Brazil and train them in wrestling. And no, he could not remember which Gracie he had beaten. Obviously!
Finally, we all watched War Machine, and no not the Netflix movie from 2017 starring Brad Pitt (which was good) or something based on the Marvel character, but an entirely DIFFERENT War Machine, in which Alan "Jack Reacher on Prime" Ritchson plays an aspiring Army Ranger with trauma. It starts off as a Troop Movie and then veers a hard left into being an alien movie about 30 minutes in, with an insane amount of slapstick falling. Very entertaining, but if anyone could tell us what the hell was going on with this movie or why it was ever made at all or called "War Machine" that would be great.
"Don't talk! Do not say a word! I hate it when guys talk to me while I jack them off!"