In short: Matt returns from Jordan, we break down UFC Freedumb 250, and review 'Sorcerer' (1977).

In long: The Frotcast is back, and this time we have a Matt! Lieb! We start things off with a little bit of scat play, which I assume is the proper term for a riff with the homies based on the song “Scatman” by Scatman John. I will not be googling this, though you should feel free to, preferably in a public place so as to spread as much knowledge as possible. You ever think about what a Scatman John biopic would be like? I think it might go, a little something, like this…

Matt went to Jordan, he’s gonna be in a movie or some shit. We enviously ask him what it was like to go to a non-third world country. He’s also in the gay mafia now, and boy does he have the catchphrase to prove it.

Next, we talk about the UFC fight to celebrate Trump’s birthday Flag Day The 250th birthday of America, which happens several weeks from now. Birthday month!!!! It was a perfect distillation of our Incredibly Stupid Moment, which was prophetically foretold by Matt Christman nearly a decade ago. On Saturday there were motocross jumps on the front lawn, and on Sunday there was a large hirsute man wearing a stars and stripes do-rag accusing Michelle Obama of being a man. Christmanthought: VALIDATED

In keeping with our summer of cinematic Butlerian Jihad, Vince and I watched Sorcerer (1977), starring Roy Scheider and directed by William Friedkin. Let’s just say these two really put a “spell” on us. Not Matt though, he didn’t watch it. I guess he doesn’t have to since he’s going to be starring in movies of his own now. Must be nice. Actually, must be terrible to not partake in the feast for the eyes that is Sorcerer. This is 70s filmmaking in all its grimy, sweating-through-your-shirt glory. Eat shit Matt! Solid B+.

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