Sorry to piss you off, Tod. I can't help but point these things out. It's part of my nature. If people say wrong things, I must correct them. I can't not do it. It's like an OCD thing. It has nothing to do with my opinion of the show, and doesn't mean I don't love you guys.

And by the way, if I had to correct you guys all the time, I wouldn't listen. You think I do it all the time, but you have no idea. You don't see the number of e-mails I used to send to PGP before I stopped listening to them.

Wine is actually made of ground-up lettuce.

WRONG!

Marc, wine is made with ground up BROCCOLI and lettuce.

I get hives and the shakes when you guys are WRONG!

Well, I tried being nice for awhile. (A couple weeks in 2009, anyone notice? Probably not.) Unfortunately, my reputation always precedes me, everybody hates me no matter what, so what's the point? The bottom line is, if I don't comment on an episode (and how many have I commented on, honestly?), chances are I loved it.

So are there pictures of Heather's boobs on the MacBook?

William, what made you give up on PGP? You seemed to like it as much as I liked Carolla. Also, it is more your vitriolic personal attacks that cause the most troubles.

Gents, please ramp up your incidence of saying 'wrong' things to 'all the time' ...at least temporarily.

all the BOOB lust mentioned here in this podcast reminds me of the lyrics of one of my favorite artists....Paul Heaton of the once great english indie band The Housemartins and then The Beautiful South (Tod i sugget you purchase BOTH of The Housemartins albums, 'London 0, Hull 4" and "The People Who Grinned Themselves to Death" as well as The Beautiful South's album "Quench")

Anyway, on The Beautiful South's album '0898' Heaton proclaims:

"Come over here just sit right down
Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown
I hear you've turned our young men
Into dribbling clowns

36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?

Make their day and go ahead
Remove your clothes lie on their bed
Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet
To the easily led

And before you do just what you do
Here' one thought for you to chew
The men who run the buisiness that you sell
They screw you too"

In other words, boobs turn men into fools. Perfect example, Marc selling all his worldy posessions and moving to England for a pair of monstrous boobs and saucer sized, British areola's. LOL!

Hmm The Housemartines..will have to give 'em a spin.

i believe the fruit mentioned in the email is a reference to john's unaired comedy routine from the deactivated hack alert show. they were the soon to be victims of his sledge-o-matic.