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We start things off discussing grave matters of national security. Girlfriend-haver Kash Patel testified before Congress and was asked about relaxing hiring standards at the FBI, particularly in regards to applicants’ prior experiences with bestiality. What was this really about? Doing a solid for a college buddy with a “youthful indiscretion” in their past? Covering up Patel’s sheer incompetence? A distraction from an incredibly unpopular war and a looming midterm bloodbath? This is America man, two grandstanding assholes talked past each other and we all got dumber. Thanks for tuning in. (Speaking directly into a goat’s ass) “FBI OPEN UP!!!”

Next up, Ed Sheeran’s tour is Dead, Shearin’ off all of its musical acts after Macklemore had the nerve to sing Thrift Shop say “Free Palestine”. The owners of the venues Sheeran, et al were slated to play decided this was a step too far, which you would have thought was the case when Kanye was singing Heil Hitler in the same venues, but America is truly a land of contrasts. This leads to a robust discussion of a new medical condition we’re calling “I’m reading the news and I feel like I’m having a stroke-itis”.

Next up, we watch Untold Raygun: Breaking Badly, a cautionary tale about the devastating consequences of letting Australians dance. Solid B+.

https://x.com/atrupar/status/2099862478624530701?s=46&t=G1U3BBwcF8ph2ML7VHsvHg

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Orange Sherbet & LSD

Get in the car. We’re going to a Howard Johnson’s to eat orange sherbet. On the way, you can listen to this week’s episode with comedian and author of First Time, Long Time, Amy Silverberg, talking to Matt & Vince about Mad Men season five episode six, “Far Away Places.”

The episode is broken into three vignettes focused on Don, Roger, and Peggy. Each goes to a far away place and finds self-discovery. Probably could have stayed home to do that, but then it wouldn’t be art.

Don goes to a Hojo’s upstate with Megan and tries to force feed her orange sherbet. Not in like a kinky, feeder fetish way, so keep it in your pants, sickos. No, it’s more of a classic controlling husband sort of way, and when she’s not receptive to it, he drives off without her. His self-discovery: he’s been too horny to work hard.

Peggy goes to Mars, sort of. Ginsberg tells her he was born there, and definitely not in a concentration camp. Her self-discovery: She has been working too hard to be horny. 

Roger’s far away place is the depths of his own mind, man. He drops acid with Jane and a bunch of her intellectual friends. His self-discovery: he’s no longer horny for being married to Jane. 

Tell us when you liked us, if you ever did, in a five-star review on Apple Podcasts. 

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Just two guys, and they're having a good time, having a good time, having a good time...

That's right, it's Vince and Joey Avery one-on-one in the Frotquarters this week, just like our apartment in San Francisco so many years ago. We're celebrating the kickoff of NFL season by discussing our favorite gridiron stories of the past couple weeks, from the fake 49ers receiver who thought he could trick everyone by just wearing a helmet everywhere, to the substation conspiracy, to Jed York soliciting prostitutes. Oh yeah, and DK Metcalf's new thoughts on a secret civilization living inside a hollow Earth... beneath Antarctica or something? I dunno, man.

My hypothesis: if you see a football player with "creative" eye black, there's an 85% chance that guy also has some kooky theories. Take that one to the bank.

But before we get to all that, Joey and I belatedly realize that we both recently joined the dead dads club. I purposely avoided a lot of trauma but not going through my dad's stuff in too meticulous of detail, but Joey unfortunately was not so lucky. This is all covered Joey's last stand-up special, so be sure to check that out.

Oh, and were you in the market for some breaking news? Because it turns out ol' Joey has joined the cast of Bad Monkey S2. I swear I didn't know that until he said it, and certainly not when I was writing nice reviews of Bad Monkey S1. Let the record show that the Frotcast has an incredible knack for catching stars on their way up. All while we continue to fail to the middle.

If you're sad about Matt and Brendan missing their second weeks in a row, feel free to send them an outraged email. Matt was flying back from Portland and Brendan found out he had to go to court an hour before showtime, so there wasn't much I could do. I'm convinced that they also somehow sabotaged Joey's internet connection. I was exhausted from driving all night and morning, but you don't see me skipping shows, do you huh huh??? Anyway, I did my best to pull something together even with the universe conspiring against me.

The whole gang should be back next week. In the meantime, go see Joey do comedy.

Chewing Gum on His Pubis 

As soon as we start this podcast, we warn you, it will be too late to run. Writer, podcaster, and Defector.com editor and co-founder, David J. Roth returns to chat with Matt & Vince about Mad Men season five episode five, “Signal 30.”

Pete’s a lot like Rodney Dangerfield in this episode. He gets no respect and he’s going back to school. He’s taking driver’s ed with a bunch of teens, and one of them has feet that catch his eye, but he gets mogged by a high school quarterback-looking-ass teen, because as much as he wants to be like Don, he has the social skills of coxswain-looking-ass teen.

For a brief moment, Pete has a shred of Don’s respect after Trudy finally tricks the Drapers into visiting the Campbell’s suburban home, giving Don a glimpse of Pete's seemingly happy wife and happy life, but he pisses it away when he indulges in some sex work to impress Lane’s friend at Jaguar. After Mr. Jaguar’s wife finds chewing gum on his pubis, SCDP loses the account, resulting in a conference room donnybrook between Pete “grimy little pimp” and Lane “Mr. Toad” Price. Pete loses and he gets no respect at all I tell ya. 

Tell us why Wilt Chamberlain might want to lie down in Pete’s record cabinet in a five-star review on Apple Podcasts. 

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Murder? I Hardly Know Her

If you need something to listen to while you hide under your bed, put on this week’s episode with comedian Allen Strickland Williams, whose album, Ran Through, is available now, joining Matt & Vince to talk about Mad Men season five episode four, “Mystery Date.”

The offices of SCDP are abuzz after Joyce brings some grizzly photos of the Speck Murders for everyone to gawk at. The images clearly get into Don’s head, because he goes home and has a dream about murdering a former fling he encountered earlier in the day. He doesn’t really want to kill her, of course. He wants to have sex with her, but he knows he shouldn’t, and choking her to death is the best solution his subconscious can come up with. 

Sally is freaked out by the news of the nursing students getting murked, but luckily, her stepgrandmother is there to posit that maybe those young women deserved to get murdered because they were sluts. I think technically this scene passes the Bechdel Test. 

Tell us why you’re going back to Vietnam in a five-star review on Apple Podcasts. 

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In brief: We discuss the 2014 Zionist jormp-jomp Elvis biopic 'The Identical,' Jed York's prostitution arrest, and the AI version of the Frotcast a listener made for us.

In full:

FROTCAST CORRECTIONS DEPARTMENT: Last week, we referred to Finnish people as “Scandinavian”, which we did not know was incorrect. But let’s face it, neither did anyone else except the one guy who said something about it. The Frotcast regrets the error. [Vince's Note: I knew this, pretty sure I said so, but was corrected on it anyway. So it goes.]

Before we get to the Frotcast, you have to endure…The Fraudcast! That’s right, one of you nerds made our unholy idea of a Frotcast LLM come to life. The results are as bad as the last century of sci-fi would have you believe, but still better than the actual Frotcast. In keeping with behaviors of other cutting-edge tech companies, we have unilaterally decided to force this upon you with no redress. Hail Elon.

Next, the CEO of our beloved San Francisco 49ers, Jed York, was arrested over the weekend in an Ohio trailer park for attempting to hire a prostitute. Arresting officers were bewildered as to why a billionaire would be poon-renting in a trailer park, apparently unable to make the connection to being in Ohio.

This week we watch The Identical, because Vince randomly remembered he saw it over a decade ago and had to spread his misery to us. What follows is a story about twins separated at birth, one who becomes Elvis But Not Really Elvis, the other who becomes an Elvis But Not Really Elvis Impersonator. The Six Day War is in there too. Apparently this is a project by a Jews for Jesus group dedicated to advancing Zionism. Sorry, I had a stroke there. Solid B+.

Rolling Stones and Betty’s Big Bones

Eat first. That’s our advice. Then put on this week’s episode of the pod with Comedian and cohost of the What a Time to be Alive and Lie Cheat and Steal podcasts, Kath Barbadoro, talking to Matt and Vince about Mad Men season five episode three, “Tea Leaves.”

Poor Betty is really going through it in this episode. Her second worst nightmare, cancer, might be coming true, but her absolute worst nightmare, getting kind of fat, is all too real. Keep her in your prayers. 

SCDP needs a new guy who sleeps all day, is disrespectful of authority, drunk half the time, and smells like pee to help write copy for Mohawk, so Peggy hires Michael Ginsberg, because every ad agency has one jew now. 

Don and Harry meet some teens backstage at a Rolling Stones concert, and Harry is such a lecherous little pig he makes Don look like a boy scout. Rock and roll brings out the worst in some people. 

Write a Heinz themed parody of a Rolling Stones song and put it in a five star review on Apple Podcasts. 

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This week on the Frotcast, all work and no play make Pikey a dull boy. We watched Hotel Coolgardie, so consider our annual sexual harassment training completed! Except for Matt, who’s not here. Matt, please email HR to schedule a make-up session, and please refrain from mentioning anilingus.

But first, the thing you all listen to The Frotcast for, THE NEWS. In State College, PA, first he got the money, then he got the bussy…in prison. The fraternity member known as “Pablo Pledgecobar” was arrested for possession of cocaine and other various drugs. This has gotta be the biggest scandal in Penn State history!

In other pedophilia news, an elected official in Florida, who notably voted for a bill proposing the death penalty for pedophiles, was arrested for allegedly molesting his five-year-old grandson. Look out for our official Frotcast “Hang your local ‘hang your local pedophile’ shirt guy” shirts, coming soon. It’s almost as if these bizarre fixations provide some sort of window into the psyche of elected officials!

We then discuss Hotel Coolgardie, or as I like to call it, Hotel NOT Cool-gardie, on accounta all the crude behavior these girls had to put up with! It’s a documentary about two Finnish women who take temporary work as bartenders in order to earn enough money to get back home. Unfortunately, said bar is in a remote mining community in Australia, and its customers are exclusively members of a remote mining community in Australia. Cultures collide as the reserved Scandinavians are continually offended by the behavior of black-lunged Antipodean dudes hopped up on Foster’s and goon. Oh well, they’ll always have the memories and the loss of most of their eyesight to look back on.

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Zooby Zooby Backlash

Where’s Harry Crane? Who cares? There’s a new episode of the podcast. Comedian, co-host of the Oh Hell Yeah podcast, handsome iconoclast, and MYAM producer, Brent Flyberg, returns to talk to Matt & Vince about part two of Mad Men’s season five premiere, “A Little Kiss.”

The whole office is still talking about Don’s birthday party, and it did have the effect Megan intended (“everyone is going to go home and have sex.”) for at least one department head, but no one wants to hear about that. 

Joan visits the office, Don & Megan leave early to have some very weird sex, Pete upgrades his workspace, and Lane is a horny little freak with money problems. Should be relatable for most of our listeners. 

Are you more of a virgin Lane or a Chad Don? Tell us in a five-star review on Apple Podcasts. 

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What’s up nerds, Brendan and Matt are back without Vince, so we proceed to take full advantage of the opportunity to say awful things about Italians. Matt points out what an amazing and handsome job Brendan did with the solo show last week.

Next up, Lights, Camera, Buzz! Get ready for your daily dose of glitz, gossip, and all things Hollywood! From the hottest celebrity headlines to the latest movie magic, red-carpet moments, and can’t-miss entertainment scoops, Matt Lieb brings you the stories everyone’s talking about. It’s fun, it’s fabulous, and just a little bit extra—because why be in the know when you can be in the glow?

OK, I gotta come clean, I was trying to write a shitty blurb for the new bit, so I asked ChatGPT and boyyyyy did it deliver. I guess we found a good use for it after all! 

Next, Donald Trump snuck off new Air Force One in a catering cart due to a safety threat, and left Marco Rubio plus a bunch of reporters on the plane. He really has to stop getting us to like him so much. 

Finally, we saw The Backrooms. We didn’t get it. Solid B+.

What say you, frot fans? Would you pay a few bucks extra for another solo show? Sound off in the comments!

Here is the Lieb/Goose fight poster, via valued listener Mitch:

Birthday Zou Bisou Bisou Blues

Surprise! The fifth season of Mad Yourself a Man begins now! We’ve invited Harry Crane into your home to celebrate. You like that right? Matt & Vince also invited comedian, co-host of the Oh Hell Yeah podcast, muscular genius, and MYAM producer, Brent Flyberg, to talk about part one of Mad Men’s season five premiere, “A Little Kiss.”

To celebrate Don’s 40th birthday, Megan invites all Don’s coworkers and acquaintances into his home to surprise him with a party. She thinks he will enjoy this, because she possesses a level of confidence only attained by the supernaturally beautiful. It’s the same kind of confidence that would lead someone to sing a sexy little rendition of “Zou Bissou Bissou” for her husband in front of all his officemates. After Megan’s performance, Roger gives a toast that implies he wants to have sex with Don’s wife, which was the highest compliment you could give a man in 1966.

Would you have gone home and had sex after that party? Tell us how in a five-star review on Apple Podcasts. 

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 (Me talking into the microphone by myself, record scratch sound effect)

Yup, that’s me. I bet you’re wondering how I got here. Well, it was a warm day in Hampton, Virginia and my mom forgot her diaphragm. That’s what I was told on my 16th birthday, at least. Anyway, Vince is in Ireland and Matt is in Parts Unknown, but we didn’t want to let you guys down so we’re gonna switch things up and do a solo frot. 

It’s also a great excuse for me to go through my email inbox and respond to the emails I’ve been ignoring. Sorry guys. There’s lots of great stuff to get through, such as Trump’s toenails, Juggalos, and a sitcom starring Hitler. 

But first, Aaron Rodgers picks up the flag on behalf of the worst guys in America and starts asking the hard questions about why ESPN isn’t covering the Fauci trial (???). It’s as dumb as it sounds. He was cooking on the Vrabel/Russini thing though.

We put this together last-minute and there were only a few hours between asking for questions and recording, so if we get enough questions I will do a follow-up episode.

We do have one serious email about mental health and suicide, so feel free to skip that one if you’re not feeling up to it. Call 988 if you’re considering suicide, and remember that you matter.

Here are the links from today’s ‘sode:

Heil Honey, I’m Home: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZbaFN-n5Zc

Y2K Gathering: https://x.com/i/status/2079206603023077878

Hey all,

Mad Yourself A Man season 5 will post episode 501 Friday of next week! Apologies for the delay. We had a very busy summer that took us in all different directions plus a lot of family stuff. But we are now back in production with season 5 of Mad Men, a few episodes in the can and a bunch of recording dates scheduled.

In the meantime, here are all the Draper D-Stories from seasons 1-4 of Mad Yourself A Man. Every song all in one place!

See you all next week!

-Matt and Vince

Sorry it took so long for us to do an Odyssey episode, we kept getting derailed by women stuck in washing machines on the way back from the theater. Has woke DEI casting caused these particular walls of Troy to crumble? Does this movie fall prey to the Scylla of no ADR or the Charybdis of “people who aren’t western European brazenly portraying ancient southeastern Europeans”? Tune into Elon Musk’s deranged posting to find out.

Before we discuss that though, Matt’s wife uses her Circe-like abilities to transform good ol’ fashioned hating on the reigning World Cup champs Argentina into a political viewpoint. Matt tries to defend her, but it goes about as well as the Argentines defending their World Cup title [REMEMBER TO DELETE FALKLANDS JOKE HERE]. Anyway, we all come away with the valuable lesson that politics and sports don’t mix, because people who follow politics closely are insane and annoying. 

We’re also kinda on the island of giants because Matt and Brendan are very tall. Hoo boy. This one’s getting tough. We uhhh talk about Timothee Chalamet because uhhh…he’s uhhh…OUR MUSE!!! Yeah. Nice. Good one. Sick.

Anyway, all that aside, we did see The Odyssey and it fucking whips. Matt Damon plays Odysseyus as brave but haunted by the decisions that have led so many of his men to their deaths. To be fair, he did some really stupid shit, but he’s great at it. Anne Hathaway, Robert Pattinson, and Himesh Patel are outstanding in their supporting roles, and Christopher Nolan puts on a clinic in economical filmmaking. Run, don’t walk, unless you too are offended by whatever dumb astroturfed bullshit you’re swallowing these days. You can probably just stream the boring-ass Armie Hammer movie again instead.

(Matt when he's so horny that he gets mad)

This week on the Frotcast, returning bald man Justin Halpern (Cougartown, Harley Quinn, Abbott Elementary) joins us to talk about his latest book Get Lost. For his fourth release, he’s going in a different direction by writing a novel, which is about…dads and baseball. It’s probably about a whole lot more than that to be fair, but we completely derail the conversation with some Godforsaken California Town chat. Sorry to any listeners for whom this is niche to the point of meaninglessness. Just remember the important part: Clovis is the Paris of the Central Valley, not to be confused with the Paris of the Inland Empire, which is Perris.

Justin also casually drops that he was on the Bert Kreischer podcast (shirt on), then even more casually drops that he was on Joe Rogan (unclear if shirt on), whereupon he shares with us some delightful details of the Joe Rogan Experience experience. Spoiler: he took DMT and saw a vision of Papa Roach playing the Sleep Train Amphitheater in Chula Vista.

Raise a glass, with your pinky up of course, for our favorite southern dandy Lindsey Graham. That’s right, Lady G, the ladybug himself, kicked the bucket, in a watershed day for gay sex workers along the Eastern Seaboard who enjoy posting online. We solemnly and respectfully remember a revered American statesman who worked tirelessly to strip the rights away from everyone except white straight men and rally support for completely unjustified foreign wars. We may not have always agreed with him, but what’s a little quibble on whether or not to murder thousands of people between pals?

Finally, we watched The Furious. There’s lots of ass whooping, which whoops ass. Ass is whooped, then it’s whooped some more. Then a nerdy dude who you think is about to get his ass whooped turns out to be a complete ass whooper, and he then proceeds to whoop hella ass. It whooped ass. Solid B+.

In Brief: We watched 'Obsession!' Plus, joining the dead-dad club, Trump re-blockading the Strait of Hormuz blockade, Mitch McConnell joins live for 20 minutes, and the World Cup.

In Detail:

Welcome to A Very Special Frotcast. Vince’s dad sadly passed away this week, so Vince and the fellas reminisce about the man himself. Did he get to honk a boob before he shuffled off his mortal coil? You betcha. What higher compliment can you give a man than to say he died as he lived, watching The Big Bang Theory. 

Also dead, the Iran cease fire agreement. The blockade we were blockading was previously un-blockaded but is now being re-blockaded. So the deal is off, after previously being on and off, prior to it also being on and then off. I’m starting to think this Donald Trump guy isn’t totally forthcoming in his communications!

Not dead, however (maybe), is Schrodinger’s Wildcat, Kentucky’s own Mitch McConnell. He’s in the hospital after a reported cardiac arrest at his home. Fortunately, the GOP is on the case; they’ve all apparently spoken with him in suspiciously consistent 20-minute blocks of time, but his comms team is being cagey about his current condition. Fortunately we’ve secured an exclusive interview with him, where he opens up to us about life, love, loss, and Andy Dufresne.

Next up, the lads talk World Cup. Cheers for Egypt-Argentina, jeers for Switzerland-Colombia. Apparently the Swiss and Colombians watched the wall-to-wall action that was Egypt-Argentina and said “fuck that noise”. What proceeded was what can only be described as a home run derby with soccer balls. And did they ever send ‘em to the upper deck! This was a crime against fútbol and we will be boycotting the sport for four years, starting after this tournament.

Finally, this week we watched the new obsession everyone’s obsessing over, Obsession. It really brought Matt back to the days of having an unhealthy relationship with a different person that is not his current wife. Vince wanted to see the protagonist act more assertively due to no longer having a strong male figure in his life, but Matt and Brendan thought it was one of the best horror movies to come out recently. Run, don’t walk, to go see this B+ of a movie. 

This week: the gang reviews Elon Musk's favorite film, Citizen Vigilante a lazily made, even-more-fascist ripoff of Death Wish, directed by Uwe Boll.

Welcome back to the Frotcast, it’s 2026 and people can’t stop getting stuck in washing machines. Do you know where your stepchildren are?

We start things off by talking about how Transitional Kindergarten (TK) is an op that didn’t exist before 2017. Back in my day we had regular kindergarten, and we didn’t get measles! And we liked it! You kids these days, dying of preventable diseases…

Mother Jones reports whimsically from the Great American State Fair, which of course is taking place in the great state Federal Administrative District of Columbia. DC: STATEHOODMOGGED. Come to learn about the $22 burgers, stay to laugh at Matt paying $30 for a pulled pork sandwich at the mall in LA.

Naturally, this leaves us with some questions: does the Fair have representation in Congress? What does it say about the State of America? Great? No funnel cake? What the fuck? Step right up and get stuck in a washing machine in all 50 states!

Finally,  we watched Uwe Boll’s masterpiece (please don’t beat us up Herr Boll) Citizen Vigilante. What else can we say except this is a Dumb Guy Magnum Opus. It teaches us that revenge is a dish best served incoherent and in ways that may not be sympathetic to you, the protagonist of life. Armie Hammer makes his triumphant return to the silver screen, and let’s just say he’s not beating the “sex creep with cannibalism fantasies” charges. Solid B+, could have used more washing machines.

This week's interview is with Paul Fischer, author of The Last Kings of Hollywood, Coppola, Lucas, Spielberg―and the Battle for the Soul of American Cinema, which could not possibly be more relevant to the current state of the film industry, and not just because there's a new Spielberg movie out and Marcia Lucas just died.

With Zoomer (Gen Alpha?) filmmakers breaking out (Obsession, Backrooms) while The Mandalorian and Supergirl flop bigly, there are signs that the paradigm has shifted. This, mind you, is not unprecedented. People thought the movie business was dead in the 1950s and 1960s as well, until some filmmakers changed film executives' ideas about what they thought they could sell. In this bonus interview, I talk to Paul about the modern parallels to the early seventies, the difference between how Coppola, Spielberg, Lucas thought about directing, and the story of Melissa Mathison, who went from Coppola's friend's babysitter to his mistress to one Spielberg's most important collaborators (writer of the best of his alien trilogy, ET). Good chat! Hope you like it!

Some other books I drew from and may have referenced:

The Friedkin Connection: A Memoir, You'll Never Eat Lunch in This Town Again, The Friday Afternoon Club: A Memoir, Adventures in the Screen Trade, and Pictures at a Revolution.

In brief: Toy Story 5, what to do when your dad almost dies on Father’s Day, debating Jonah Platt’s claim to be “the number one Jewish podcast,” and Brendan takes on Donald Trump’s reflecting pool debacle from a pool man’s perspective.

(the picture that got us scolded at the Century City Mall).

You’ve been hit by (clap clap), you’ve been struck by, a bad episode!

OK, maybe it’s not all bad, but you can't deny that it has the right number of syllables. Ball don't lie. Gen Alpha has discovered Michael Jackson (likely due to the recent biopic [LISTEN TO THE FROTCAST]), and we can confidently state that cancel culture is over. They can separate the art from the rapist.

Matt and Vince went to a mall together and got hassled by a Blart about defiling a prominent podcaster’s advertisement. Ooh, right in the face-ussy. Is Jonah Platt actually the world's number one Jewish podcast? How many other podcasts must you disqualify, and how many additional qualifications would it take to make this statement true?

Next up, it’s pool talk. Can Brendan become the next Charlie Kirk by saving the reflecting pool from the infernal algae bloom? Does Donald Trump go boo boo at the G7?

Finally, Matt and Vince saw Toy Story 5: All These Kids And Their Dang Screens, separately, and also saw each other, in person. We take a moment to reflect on aging while doing the exact same podcast, and reflect on all the dead homies we lost along the way, from Ben to original recipe Four Loko. (Bret is confirmed alive, but living in an undisclosed location, surviving on undisclosed food stuffs).

Thank you for sticking with us all these years, you all are the algae blooms on the improperly-applied pool coatings of our hearts. (No refunds).

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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