Some said it couldn’t be done. Some said it shouldn’t be done. Most people didn’t care either way. But here we are with the 40th episode of Fish Burps. Tonight is a special show due to our show’s episodic anniversary as well as our very special guest, the delightfully strange Katy Karns. Katy is a Bay Area stand up comedian, producer, neuro-muscular therapist, and part time hippie. Talk to her about her sticking her finger up your butt. She wants to but probably won’t. At some point during the show she will start to dance to music at a frequency only she can hear. That’s a given.
We’ll talk about North American Independence Week. We’re looking at you Canada. Happy, uh, Day. You with your socialized medicine up there and low gun violence rate. You think you’re so much better than us. You sort of are. We apologize for our harsh tone. We’re American so it’s just how we are.
The program features humor (hopefully), adult language (definitely), intervals of Dan & Doug loving and/or hating one another, complaining, adult themes, adults discussing TV show theme songs, and Sara rethinking her decision to be a part of this. Listener discretion advised. But, jeez, I’m not your mom. Live your life.
Two life long friends, Dan & Doug, who can barely stand one another wax moronic about their lives, the world and other pointless endeavors. Doug & Dan almost never agree on anything but one of them is always right. Through their very different lenses they will dissect everything and try to figure out what the hell is going on, as if it matters. There will be lively conversations about many topics (TBA), arguments, tiffs, petty bickering, friendship, special guests, not so special guests, intelligence and stupidity. Plus, pie. As their fan base grows, so will their power and influence. This will ultimately lead to an enormous fight [hopefully] on air about how to use their new found cache of cultural importance. Doug will want to use it to get more beer; Dan will want to use it to find the absolutely best pair of pants for his body type. Have a listen before things go horribly wrong. And, oh yeah, the pie.