prepare for something to come.Â douche if you feel you need to, perhaps a spritz of 4711 or old spice (whatever your poison).Â As soon as we solve the age old issues of timezones and Pete’s wanky travel adventures, we can bring you more ……..Â (insert your rude ideas here)
more hot politicians
one this time for laaadies
Mexican Presidente Vicente Fox!No comments
Ladies and gentleman, it is I that have to apologise for the delayed return of your favourite pum, bum und fart humourmongers.Â I have been on a quest, a mission, a pilgrimage if you will to find something that seems to be hiding from me, taunting me with hope and then vanishing faster than malcolm turdbills hair rinse.Â Yes, I have searched the world high and low.Â I have travelled, yes my friends, I have travelled, I have travesed, I have travailled, I have trav-cationed to exotic locales such as Bristol, Dallas, Aachen and well, to be honest, Paris to find this rare and elusive thing.Â No, its it not nude pictures ofÂ Tzipi Livni (But if you have any, you are a sick puppy, destroy them NOW!) nor is it the musing sof John Howard about the glory of the ashes (although I did have to listen to that, made me violently sick all over keyboard).Â No, it’s the search for the miracle that is the
Once I have found it, we can start insulting everyone we like
I have a dream, that one day left wing political comedy (with the odd fart and queef gag) will exist on the interwebernets in an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream, that one day three walkers will not be judged by the count of swear words used on air, but by the quality of their John Howard gags. I have a dream, that Yulia Tymoshenko and Julia Gillard in just stilettos and fishnets visit me while I’m asleep and start rubbing their… oops, wrong dream.
Stay tuned, we’re currently finalising our deal with Mr Acma, ready for a potentially triumphant return.
So what’s the big announcement? Here at WBF we’re not unused to climax. Did I say climax? Climax with a double negative no less. Oh yes, we’re certainly not unused to not raining on the metaphorical parade of old Climaxius Dramatis. Or as Aristotle once said, Pythias! Pythias! Pyythiiaaasss!!. A big announcement announced, and then no announcement, just silence… So much for suspense, not that we’re not unused to anticlimax, as I challenge you to find a single joke by Pete that Abe or I didn’t ruin first, or at least its certainly not unlikely that we didn’t not…
Confused? We’ve left 2RRR. That’s it, that’s the big announcement. After 15 years, we’re outa there, and heading for podcasting glory. We just figured we’d get out before community radio died out altogether.
Now we did record the final show, for those of you who’ve asked. Well, one guy asked. Well, he didn’t really ask, he sort of insisted. A Mr Acma or something like that. Any ways, the show’s still embargoed, because I said something about Matt Curley. Hopefully Mr Acma will get back to us in the coming weeks, so you can enjoy all the wholesome goodness of me at my finest.
So we’re taking a month or so off, just to reset the show, take stock, and make some big changes to the show format. Stay tuned. Or don’t. Up to you really. We’re certainly not unconcerned about your need for regular WBFness…No comments
So, Abe tags this series of shows that officially revel the ‘other’ big announcement.Â Of course, those of you who have been following this blog would know that we revealed in the first big announcement that Abe was a woman.Â He would like to thank all of you who have sent him lingerie, stunning sass and bide dresses, some hot ksubi low slung jeans and a those slingback Manolo Blahniks are just stunning on him, makes his legs look so long…but the bastard who is trying to peddle pics of Abe dressed only in aÂ belt, I’d heard the Tele is in the market…
Show 319Â – The Big Announcement
On this show, we have a report from a Ministerial press conference, we explore like *everyone* Pauline Hansons nipples, Barack watch, and Dick Cheney acting like a giant tool (Part 651), we start www.gitmo.comÂ and the classic Coon(an) watch and of course the BIG FUCKING ANNOUNCEMENT!
Show 320 – The Show after the big announcement
Ron Paul, K-RUDD hangs with out with Will Ferrell, Eros Foundation busts Hansons nut, and then Richard disses Joss Whedon, how fucking dare he…bastard
and you though we were going to say Turdbill, you sick little puppies.Â No, indeed these weeks made no mention of Tzipi Livni, the Kadima leader from the Israeli Knessit, but you know what, heres a pic for you anyway!
ANYWAAAAYYYYY, here are shows 317 and 318, almost caught, we have…
Show 317 – Richard and Pete learn what its like to be there without Abe Part 2
OceanNET and Gupta, Richard talks about breasts on anime girls, no disclaimer (OMG!!), aunty doris’s cash wad (ewww), abe’s porn channel, http:///www.walkblackforest.org/porn/cashwad
Show 318 – Smeg Raaaadddiiiooooo!
Pete compares K’s Choice to a beer, they discuss the Shooters Guide to Meat and the only way to get the book comes from the depths of depravity, Dave’s simple goat blank…., Chris Bath, K-RUDD dropping the S bomb (godammned I’d hoped for the C-Bomb)
Did you hear the ‘big announcement’? It was a magic night on air as the team from a WBF finally announced the big announcement of all big announcements, announcing it from the annunication hill at the Sands Casino and Doughnut House, Las Vegas, Indiana.
Oh, you fucks want to hear the announcement? Selfish bastards. You will have to find it in one of the following podcasts, that through the magic of radio, have all appeared at once in your little RSS feed.
But if you want a hint…shhhh, come in close. Closer. Closer. Not that that close, I’m married. Abe is a woman. Here, see the pic.
We have been digitially altering his voice for years, fiddling with the bass tones, tinkling with the harmonics and generally dealing with the high pitched screeches, and well, leaving them in there for posterity. There you go, the big announcement. Wow, I feel so much better now thats out in the open. How about you Abe?
OK, so to the shows…
Show 315 – Richard and Pete learn the benefit of post-production
Oh yes, there is such a thing, even such a polished, well-rehearsed and scripted show like ours. Especially, where lynch mobs are concerned
Show 316 – John Howard, full of shit, full of shit, full of shit
John Howard is a weenie little ideologue, stevie let your hair hang down, getting stimulated, coon is a type of cheese, it is NOT SHOOTING THE MONKEY, abe explains what simulus is (with and without a video camera) and we countdown to the big announcement (which you already know!)
It’s true, the whole month is gone…days, weeks, even down to the worthless little minutes, all fucking gone.Â BUT…we have found archived versions of the shows, buried deep in what used to NYC, where only apes and man have walked for centuries, and those shows will appear…TONIGHT!No comments
I’m special, you are special, we are all special fuckers…yes, WBF is back for 2009, new president, new title for captain planet, the realisation that richard doesn’t exist and that there is a new abe.Â Pete is the same as ever was, same AS HE EVER WAS.
So, what do I hear you ask, do you fucking want? How about 3 shows in a row, yes all three shows from the January 2009 are here in a President Obama special..I’m so very..he’s so very….specccciiiiaaallll
Show 312 was broadcast on January 6th 2009…it was a magical land
Show 313 was broadcast January 13th 2009
Show 314 had no Abe, you be judge! It did it have talk about Radio Birdman, the saints, the laughing clowns, nick cave and the bad seeds and some right wing fuk-bill twittering from ATP
and now for abe’s listening pleasure, here are Turd-bills new fave band…THE SAINTS
and for Abe, even more fucking SAINTS!!!
and finally, one less for abe, and one more for Pete, this is the mighty fucking spiritualized doing come together
Ok, so this is christmas, and what have you done? Another year over, the weak and strong.Â Oh yoko..
show 311 rockets into life with chrissie presents for all.Â One for Joey Ratzinger, unfortunately, its not what he was wishing for, although I believe california gave it to him in November.Â One for Holden, Captain Planet has the cheque, one for Andrew O’Keefe from Channel 9, it is shaped like a bottle of JD, and one for little Baby Jesus, don’t worry about the sharp edges, he can’t hurt himself.
We also start the new sport of celebrity weatherperson death match smackdowning.Â My money is still on Steve Jacobs.
Oh, and those of you waiting for Richards Science Segment.Â You cheapskate, lazy fucks.Â Just but a copy of the Scientific American.Â Thats all he does.
See you in 2009 when once again we hope desperately for a despot to depose.Â Maybe Belgium…
No Fucking Deal, I’m too fuckedNo comments