Why is this so effing hard? Was my past life so full of misdeeds and evil that God has decided to put me here in this mix just to eff with me or is this some sort joke? Is He laughing? Are you laughing? Well, you should be because this is GODfrey’s pub crawl and, fuck sake, none of us takes ourselves none too seriously. We’ve got a Bartender to the Stars, we’ve got a Bartender to the Fictionally Illiterate, we’ve got a guy who may or may not be here, we’ve got an L.A. hole and we’ve got Vince “emmer effing” Vallejo. If that isn’t a pod cast, then cut my legs off and call me
Godfrey’s Pub Crawl: part bar, part radio show, parts unknown featuring our own Meredith (real last name to be determined) and her precarious gaggle of malcontents, misfits, ne’er do wells, and various and sundry incompetents who have managed, somehow, to get past the security check and into the bowels of podcastdom that is Pub Crawl. Just like your local tavern, we’ll be talking to (and behind the backs of) interesting people from all stumbles of life, all while we salivate over and 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.