I knew this podcast was trouble when it walked in the door. It had that look in it’s eye like it wanted to be a home wrecker. As it approached me, I could sense that it wanted to eat my soup. When it spoke, I knew that the shenanigans it had in mind could surely get us both killed. The stench of tobacco and cheap bourbon hung heavy in the room, as the podcast continued to cast, I could see the rabbit it was chasing would end in nothing more than high stakes deal for the heroes involved. It would have grimacing detectives dropping in on beaver-cleaverville and letting their thought bubbles hanging darkly. Darkly like the crime that haunts our once fair city. The cast had definite proof that the Bored Shenanigans rouges gallery could all play cliche parts in a noir film. Proof, I will believe proof when I see it. Join us now for Cast Me Deadly
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