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Greg and Kaleb awaken from a cold space slumber. In an attempt to evade the troubles of Earth, they launched themselves into the great unknown, only to find a new frontier of problems.

On this very normal episode of the podcast, Greg and Kaleb discuss the consequences of being two minutes late. The trials and tribulations from a lack of punctuality don't stop the boys from keeping a cool head however. They power through and recite, with exquisite precision, Jurassic Park in it's entirety. So sit back, relax and stop stealing spray paint.

Welcome from the future, or rather, welcome from a really bad bit that we barely kept up with. On this scrumptious episode, we had the great fortune to talk with our dope ass friend Tiffany, and shit got filthy.

The Corona Virus has affected us all. Greg and I. You. And most importantly, Demi Moore. RBSR comes back to life after a year of silence to make sure you're entertained for a little over an hour during these hectic and boring times. So sit back, relax and say a pray for Demi Moore.

Greg and Kaleb go on a climatic journey of the French kind. We talk to Mike. Have you ever called some while squeeging your window? Is that a euphemism? Kaleb grows up stories. The Red Balloon

On this episode of the RBSR podcast, we ask the age old question: What came first? The chicken or the egg? Or was it the chainsaw? We also summon a dark and powerfully lame demon.

It's a new year and who gives a shit about our previous goals!? Those who answered "nobody"....you're right, but also fuck you. Happy Late Ass New Year.

We cover a lot of shit on this episode, literally. We also have a few new sponsors which we are very proud of. Other stuff happens, but just listen and find out ya dingus!

Biology.....have you ever heard of it? Us neither. Let's figure it out together.

Gang, sometimes you have to look the ones you care for the most right in the eye, take a deep breath...and round house kick them right in the throat. Then you fight each other until all the anger and tension is gone. That's what love is folks....that and accepting someone even though their farts sound like lost baby dinosaurs.