Hello my little worms.
Recently we lost the Audio Assault. It was hard - hard as nails. And it was tough - tough as a Siberian strongman chewing glass wrapped in tinfoil. I still haven't totally stopped ejaculating.
But with each door that closes, another one opens. (This is not necessarily true for each door that you close; it's more a byproduct of the way our universe operates than an actual rule that doors must follow.)
Anyhow, a door has opened for me. A door made of rusted scrap metal, with a real nasty creak that no amount of WD-40 can soothe. I have decided to step through this door, regardless of concerns about the quality of the metal and the reaction my neighbors might have in response to constant, intolerable creaking.
So I step through this door and suddenly there's a new podcast. It's called WORM FEVER.
