Ladies And Gentlemen, The Holy Schlodcast

Resistors? Capacitors? Diodes? What are they? We don't know and now you don't either!

What a year. My God.

You are now entering a politics-free, POSITIVITY ZONE!

Emergency re-commissioning of the Good Ship Holy Scheg!

Gar Skypes in from Vegas on the shittiest WiFi west of the Mississipp! Also, he thinks he's hanging out in a hotel called NoMad, when really that's just a restaurant in the Park MGM. He's an idiot!

Slick Rick strikes again!

Learn literally one thing about electricity! Happy Holy Schlays from the Holy Shlodbois. See you next year!

3 weeks in post and we still left in Gar's casual racism. Sorry about everything!

Season three of the Schlodcast is playing it pretty loose! Let's just keep it going!

Holy shit! It's been three months! Let's catch up with "the guys"!

To what lengths will one go to present one's self in an acceptable way? Let's talk about it.

Take a trip with us to the City of Sin... It's Vegas Baby!

19 minutes of musical insanity, then we get down to business and chat about Ol' Blue Eyes.

Classical gas!

Gar gets the giggles as we settle in for an impromptu chat that ended up circling back to different fruits! Intrigued yet?!

WHAT'S UP 2018?! We got it all in this episode, we got tribes, we got kyngs, we got tubes, we got dreams. Hold on to any all body parts, because HERE WE GO!!!

Misophonia alert! We're talkin' burps!

We're talking about scar tissue, specifically the kind we wish you saw. P.S. In classic Holy Schleg fashion, we say collagen all of the times we meant to say keratin. We're bad at this.

It's been a year, and what a year?! Time for a sentimental voyage!

Remember the 90s? Warning: Intro contains many references to the dark arts.