Him & I On Springfield

HEY HEYYYYYY! Mike & Jon are back to doing what they do best, which is discussing Simpsons episodes in far too much detail. This is also a damning indictment on their lives in general. This time around, the lads stop hating on Martin Prince quite so much (Sherri & Terri still suck, though), have (almost) stopped saying 'formative', and sing the praises of the classic episode, 'Bart Gets an 'F''.

Before they crack on with watching the (assumed) brilliance of Season Two, Mike & Jon take a brief trip down memory lane to drink some beers, reflect on the highs and lows of their investigation of Season One of The Simpsons and ramble on inanely. It's been... interesting.

For the season finale, the lads trade audio quality for the joys of huddling around a single potato... sorry, Blue Yeti (on ebay if anyone's interested). 'Some Enchanted Evening' indeed. This week, Mike & Jon discuss the behind-the-scenes chaos that led to a chaotic, bipolar but pretty enjoyable episode. We drink some beers, discuss the horror of Ms. Botz, praise the wholesomeness of Moe (Moelsomeness?), and ponder a Springfield without the Simpson/Samson family.

That's it, you people have stood in my way long enough! I'm going to clown college. This week, your humble circus freaks... er, Mike and Jon, discuss 'Krusty Gets Busted'. Sideshow Bob takes a star turn, Apu's ultraviolence comes under the microscope, and Mike scares the living Jebus out of Jon within the first 23 seconds. As we approach the end of season one, your seasoned hosts ask; Would we still love The Simpsons if it was new today?

Your boys can't be succinct. We suck. We're scum. This week, Mike and Jon simply can't shut the hell up about 'The Crepes Of Wrath'. I'm sorry, animators of The Simpsons, Mike still won't drop the house thing. Also, he STILL won't put his recorder on a flat surface and not touch the damn thing for the duration of the recording. Meanwhile, Jon's got a freaking universe theory AND a rival Fact Of The Week, to complement his unspeakably awful voice. Saddle up, comrades.