Hobo Radio 118 – Monkey furniture
- Introduction
- The weather
- Guess the Sexual Acronym
- Tracy Morgan and Teflon actors
- The Simpsons, The Who and Ticketmaster
- Contractually-obligated Batman discussion
- “Maybe” by Ben Twisted
Week 118 Spotlight: Monkey furniture
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In honor of Valentine’s Day, Joel Murphy and Lars are once again playing the game that swept the nation – “Guess the Sexual Acronym.” Lars is still terrible at guessing these Escort Service shorthand terms, but he does manage to inadvertently invent a new euphemism – monkey furniture.
Then the boys break down the latest Christopher Nolan news (including his role in the Superman reboot), the appeal of Tracy Morgan and the evilness of Ticketmaster. They also find the time to discuss the massive snowstorm that hit the East Coast and The Who’s painful halftime show.
What actors have a Teflon quality? How did a Simpsons rerun make Joel feel old? What, exactly, is monkey furniture? The answers to these questions and more are in this week’s podcast.
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In connection with the Bruce Willis/John McClane-iverse, Alan Rickman and Jeremy Irons both have that teflon quality for me. Ever since Jeremy Irons and that psycho blond chick had hot, violent, knife sex in the office above the dump truck depot, I’ve had recurring fantasies about him even though he looks more than a little gay in that tight, sleeveless gray shirt he was for the last half of the movie.
John Amos also has a minimal teflon-like appeal if for no other reason than he was a villain in the Die Hard movies and he played a dude with the stones to openly parrot McDonald’s in Coming to America. Although, for my money, if you’re looking to bad-ass, African American B-list actors with Teflon appeal, no one is even in the same ballpark as the one, the only: Delroy Lindo. I loves me some Delroy Lindo and he has made some seriously inexplicable career moves. I’ll even watch Congo just to see him tell Tim Curry to “stop eating my SESAME CAKE!!!!!”
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P.S. In honor of Lars’ coinage of a new euphemism for the junk and in conjunction with my sick sex fantasy about Jeremy Irons, I would like to offer up another euphemism for the junk/sex pantheon: going all Hans Gruber on his Nakatomi Tower.
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Okay, the talking babies in “Look Who’s Talking” weren’t so scary because their mouths were just naturally flapping baby-style w/ familiar voice-overs, like lovable Bruce Willis, but when commercials use fancy technology to make the babies’ mouths move as though they are really pronouncing the voice-over’s words… that is not okay. Dammit, babies are scary.
Oh and Joel, I saw all the Look Who’s Talking movies as well & my kid standards were low too, and “Look Who’s Talking Now”– you are right– bad movie even as a kid.
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Kevin Smith has stated that he did not give the authorization for his name to appear on the advertising for this film. I don’t know why, but there you go.
Also, I’m going to insert “monkey furniture” into my daily lexicon. (Heh, “insert.”)
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I hear a couch monster dominated Lars’ monkey furniture.
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KayceeK, I have you detonators.
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KayceeK, I have trouble typing correctly…and your detonators.
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