It’s a conspiracy of fun on Zoom, drinking and singing with the cast of Drunk Theory.

The best card game. The best rapper. The lamest Congressman. We’re on one.

Platoon morale is low: We need Coors and a card game about WWI.

The JK talks about his I Ching practice and why I was out of line shitting all over a Beanie Siegel track.

My cousin shows us The Crew, a co-op card game, I taste tequila with the fam, and then I play Chubb Rock.

I did dabs and lost hella bad because I thought the card with a galleon at sunset was actually moving and making sounds

Local mom-and-son duo teach me to play Farkle and overcome my revulsion to Scotch.

A bottle of Jameson is drained and the Allfather discovers the edge-of-the-seat thrills of Space Hulk: Death Angel

Talking Trinidad, CO gravel riding with Juan Delaroca. Also White Russians and Trivial Pursuit.

What do you mean we can’t use the ballroom, there’s nobody in here leave us alone

Cry Havoc and shake that Stoli with ice I’ve had it up to here with that lady

It’s easier to set up a board game if you have cognac for when the vodka runs out

Belushi Speed Ball, Louisville’s finest thrashcore outfit, hops on Zoom with us to discuss hottest architectural trends.

Mimicked: Sen Dog
Consumed: Dickel No. 12
Played: Fox in the Forest Duet
Spun: “Keep it Thoro,” Prodigy

Capshaw Holt discovers board games. Whiskey is drunk. Dead Prez is played.

Second from our doubleheader at the Black Monarch Hotel: Suntory Whiskey, Cheaty Mages and more Beastie Boys.

First of two episodes recorded in the Tesla Room of the Black Monarch Hotel. You get fucked up fast at 10,000 feet.

Snoop’s verse on “Stranded on Death Row” is his best on the entirety of The Chronic.

Moms and I compare tasting notes for Basil Hayden and George Dickel No. 12 on the phone because COVID.

I drank my way through a Herradurra gift pack to celebrate first episode recorded in Trinidad, Colorado.