I'm doing everything I can to try not to convince you not to listen. Unless you like The Dead Milkmen. You don't have to listen. This is what we do. It's what we've done since the beginning. It's out of control. We don't write it, we do it live. F*cking thing sucks. So anyway- Welcome to "At Five in the Afternoon". Yeah, of course KM has prepared a handful of topics, but it's still a sh*tshow. Don't worry, the poetry is better than ever. "Exquisite" according to J. Andrews. Even DJ Colorado gets in on the reading action! It is a literary podcast, after all. Strap in, folks. You bought the ticket, now take the ride...

From the streets of New York... If you're not paying for our Patreon, you're not getting all the content of our cast. If you try to give us money on our Patreon, you're not going to find it. We don't need or want your money. In fact, we don't need or want you to listen. Especially when KM talks about taking a sh*t at work (and going back to the scene of the crime). "Wait, what?" Let's be honest, at some point, the artist Robert Mapplethorpe was probably a john, but he was definitely not a pornographer. Are you ready for our first poetry interlude, folks? Perfect, because we're not even halfway through this cast.

Seriously, you don't have to listen. So, anyways... In his attempt to be a hilarious a**hole, J somehow accomplished doing something heartfelt and meaningful. Special guest on this cast: Jim Gaffigan (kinda). Cool dude. Unfortunately, J decides to knock DJ Colorado down, but don't worry, she gets up again! If you ever wondered how adorable DJ Colorado is, she says "Caterpillar" when referring to the "The Human Centipede". Ok, let's get real- how would you rather die: Electrocution or Shark? Sorry I asked. It almost led to DJ Colorado's firing. Don't worry, it didn't take- she came back stronger than ever-"It's Electric!! (Boogie Oogie Oogie Oogie)"!! Trigger warning: KMD appreciates garbage art, but J & DJC hate being hungover so much that they can't find it in their hearts to appreciate third-rate comedies. At least we can all appreciate Esquivel! But not Adam Sandler movies. And yeah, there's plenty of poetry. And Puke Fumes...