Plastic Flasks, Suicide Girls and Sneaking Stuff Into Concerts
Someone has delivered gifts to Marc, Tod and Mike Cioffi -- plastic booze flasks. The guys discuss this bold new flask (the Recycle-a-Flask,) its implications and what else besides booze you could smuggle inside of it. Plus: Suicide Girls, generic porn vs. niche porn and what did Tod sneak into a Morrissey show?
Reader Comments (14)
After the lesson on how to smuggle stuff in a guy's junk, I was nervous to hear how Tod smuggled TWO bottles of wine into a Morrissey concert!
Yes, I cringed and paused the feed - took a deep breath and listened. Wow! Never would have thought of that!
Tod should write a song along the lines of "Code cetacean"
Since your plastic flask is a sponsor, i won't outline my concerns, just don't store liquor in it or get it warm.
Good shows guys, as much as I like Salwin, the Cioffi episodes are golden.
Apparently a Sea World killer whale killed a trainer today in Orlando:
http://www.clickorlando.com/news/22659901/detail.html
Sad day for whale fans & Tod
It is a very sad day for the cetacean community. It's a day for reflection on ourselves and the world at large.
Why you could be drinking at work RIGHT NOW if you had a disposable flask.
I threw mine away already, so I'm just drinking out of the box.
To lighten up the mood.
When I was 16 I had a seasonal job at Toys R us in Bellevue Wa, it was the first of 3 jobs where I ended up working with my buddy Clarence, so many terrible hijinks. During this gig one night after work we scored some booze outside the liquor store and bought some plastic flasks in the wine aisle at safeway with the intention of getting hammered before work the next day. my buddy called in sick so I started pounding the flask at 7am while waiting for the bus, by the time I got there I had downed half the pint.
The only other kid there working that early was this polite arabian chap named Ali, who we lovingly called Alibaba, well he realized how smashed I was and demanded some booze, so we both took our break at the same time despite the face they were scheduled 15min apart and that there were no other cashiers at 8am, so we go get hammered in the loading dock and come back to a frantic group of assistant managers demanding to know what happened because nobody was attending a register and a bunch of customers showed up.
that's me favorite personal plastic flask story.
Never used a flask.
I did walk around with a G&T in a Dunkin Donuts coffee cup many times at the Friday night sober activity thing in the student union.
UVa bookstore sold plastic flasks,
Surprisingly progressive.
It's a shame that Salwin wasn't there to adress the Suicide Girls topic:
I feel he may have avoided the issue at a potentially world-record rate.
I'm still confused by Tod's stance on SG ... I realize the name brands them a certain way, but they really represent a wider breadth of characters than that.
Suicide Girls... they are the kinda hot, kinda goth, heavily inked, not heavily clothed chicks that are always killing themselves, right? I also think they tend to be hotter as group than they are as individuals. Look, I dig that they take all the advice from my call in show to heart, but they tend to be too heavily tattooed for my taste. The name also makes you think that these chicks are completely nuts, but they have nothing on Roller Derby chicks. Derby girls are far beyond messed up.
Seriously, what the fuck is up with derby girls?
I look at suicide girls as people looking for a new daddy to tell them how good and special they are at giving blow jobs.
But, my wife has some of those proclivities but had a father and blow job free upbringing.
Derby girls are the harder core, more likely to be lesbian or stab you crowd.
Derby girls are also likely to bodyslam each other into a pool table in the middle of the White Horse on a Friday evening, and then make out with each other's husband. Strangely, when they make out with each other, it is not a turn on.
We don't have 'real' derby girls up here since we are flat track only. You make them sound like the drunk deaf crowd that hangs at a local sports/pool bar - you would not think the deaf would be so rowdy.