AzzCast Discussion

[AZZERAE]

Who is the woman with the sexy voice introducing the show?

She goes by 'Google UK English Female,' off Voice Generator dot IO.

Too far behind the curtain?!

[Laser]

She goes by 'Google UK English Female,' off Voice Generator dot IO.

Too far behind the curtain?!

Ahh ... I thought for a moment she sounded like Dynamo Hum.

[AZZERAE]

Ahh ... I thought for a moment she sounded like Dynamo Hum.

Hey! That's a good idea.

I'm pretty stoked that it sounded somewhat convincing.

[Master Trollda]

Azz, you should reach out to Doug Tennapel and YoungRippa59. You may not share their politics but the one thing I think you do have in common with them is that you are all free speech enthusiasts. Anyway, I dropped a vid by YoungRippa59 here earlier where he talks about forming a new company to compete with the DC/Marvel propagandist woke universe. I think he’s right. If a new company starts putting out real talent to compete with this shit you would drive them into the ground and that would be a good thing. Change is good.

[Master Trollda]

Sorry for the double but here, for your convenience, is the rant in question:

[Worthauger]

Too far behind the curtain?!

Just write.

[Worthauger]

Ten minutes in, and you’ve gotten an audible chuckle, & I haven't gotten anything thrown at me yet.

I don't even need this pile of weed I'm sitting on, this is genuinely funny. Cudoz.

Yeah, you got that rite. .o7

[Jackstar]

Damn the (blanks); FULL LIGHTNING SPEED

[Jackstar]

Damn the (blanks);

You made it about an hour and a half. Cudzos.

[Jackstar]

[Jackstar]

@21:40

#Official

You're gonna need another, more subtle euphemism. I'm currently locked out of my house, because I left with two phones, but they're the wrong two phones, and now I'm holding a ravenbar (it's much bigger than a crowbar) and a Bowie knife—still sheathed, praise Jesus—and let me tell you, I should have grabbed my keys before going out for smokes. Oops. I was in a rush. Why don't I have a spare key stashed outside?

1. Who says I don't?
2. That would be a security risk.
3. “I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.” *click*

It's just like the end credits for The Flintstones, except instead of screaming “Wilma” and being barefoot I'm wearing boots, and I'm not screaming anything at all.

There's a cat here. I have no wish to alarm her. More after the break.

[Jackstar]

More after the break.

[Jackstar]

I’m about to be horribly embarrassed, because instead of obsessively listening to Azzerae‘s podcasts over and over, and I am like nine episodes behind, instead, I went out in public and made a new friend.

There’s a lot to unpack there, obviously, but let me assure you, I am in no way less embarrassed about any part of it than I am of any other. Look, I’m not gonna make any excuses: I’ve got a wild, wild life. As well as actual wildlife.

And all of you little bitches out there have a g-ddam right to be totes jelly. DEAL WITH IT

[Master Trollda]

I’m about to be horribly embarrassed, because instead of obsessively listening to Azzerae‘s podcasts over and over, and I am like nine episodes behind, instead, I went out in public and made a new friend.

There’s a lot to unpack there, obviously, but let me assure you, I am in no way less embarrassed about any part of it than I am of any other. Look, I’m not gonna make any excuses: I’ve got a wild, wild life. As well as actual wildlife.

And all of you little bitches out there have a g-ddam right to be totes jelly. DEAL WITH IT

[Jackstar]

I think someone got a little bit rambunctious, and someone else has to do some editing, because I’m cool. Are you cool? I guess not because I haven’t gotten any fucking emails today—yet.

BUT I FUCKING WELL FUCKING WILL, now… won’t I? Now if you shall excuse me, I’m gonna go trot back into my pocket universe, slam the door, and start playing ordering a shitload of those nine-inch nails off of Amazon.

UNDER HENRY CONSTRUCTION AT FULL FUCKING PUMP UP THE VOLUME—DANCE DANCE

(And with that, a flight of banshees takes the last plate of freshly-baked cookies and screeches, shrieks, and flaps their little flappycopters all the way back Home. Have fun storming The Castle!

Because… it took a miracle.) Please laugh, you diseased little shit.