Well dilate my rectum and call me Billy. Welcome, crawlers to the first post that I (doug) ‘ve ever done for this show all by my lonesome and wonk me if I don’t feel like that whole box has been shoved up my bung sideways! Anyway, we are Pub Crawl and we are here, we are back and we are strong! Meredith has returned from the volcanic plug (maybe it could use some dilation?) that is Monterey. Vince hasn’t left his chair all week (just to prove to Mer that he didn’t use hers while she was gone). And Doug, the local luddite is going stark-raving mad just trying to figure out how all this works (or doesn’t).
Godfrey’s Pub Crawl: part bar, part radio show, parts unknown featuring Meredith our “Bartender to the Stars” and her raving group of malcontents, ne’er-do-wells, irritable heathens and quasi-functional alcoholics. And just like your local tavern, well be talking to- and behind the backs of- interesting people from all walks of life, all while we pour drinks from our bottom-less fountain of genteel indignation. So grab a stool and belly up ’cause the bar is set… low. REAL low.