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- 11/27/11--07:57: _Podcast #31 - BeeSh...
- 12/04/11--07:22: _Podcast #32 - 2036:...
- 12/11/11--07:51: _Podcast 33 111211
- 12/15/11--16:35: _Update
- 12/18/11--11:24: _Podcast #34 - No in...
- 12/24/11--00:12: _Podcast #35 - The C...
- 01/15/12--04:04: _Podca3t #1 - A New ...
- 01/22/12--02:42: _Podca3t #2 - Danger...
- 01/28/12--23:40: _Podca3t #3 - Oh, Se...
- 02/12/12--01:45: _Podca3t #4 - Fan Re...
- 02/19/12--10:51: _Podca3t #5 - Journe...
- 02/26/12--12:52: _Podca3t #6 - Threesies
- 03/11/12--09:31: _Podca3t #7 - Middle...
- 05/07/12--15:51: _Podca3st #8 - Three...
- 05/13/12--03:30: _Podca3st #9 - Butthead
New Podcast Four episode every Sunday. Usually.
- 09/25/11--10:39: Podcast #26 - 25.09.11 Comedy Cunts UK
- 10/10/11--16:21: Podcast #27 - "Here's One We Prepared Earlier..."
- 10/16/11--01:49: Podcast #28 - The Return of the Magic Swordsman
- 10/29/11--17:49: Podcast #29 - Gambling with Women, Problems and Naivety
- 11/06/11--03:32: Podcast #30 - Gathering Magic to Beat Friends, with Words.
- 12/11/11--07:51: Podcast 33 111211
- 12/15/11--16:35: Update
- 12/18/11--11:24: Podcast #34 - No introduction, no ticket, no mercy.
- 12/24/11--00:12: Podcast #35 - The Christmas Special
- 01/22/12--02:42: Podca3t #2 - Dangerous liaisons and Killing the Killers
- 01/28/12--23:40: Podca3t #3 - Oh, See - Welcome To The O.C. bitch!
- 02/12/12--01:45: Podca3t #4 - Fan Request #39 Completed.
- 02/19/12--10:51: Podca3t #5 - Journey's Greatest Hits
- 02/26/12--12:52: Podca3t #6 - Threesies
- 03/11/12--09:31: Podca3t #7 - Middle Class Lunch
- 05/07/12--15:51: Podca3st #8 - Three 'ings.
- 05/13/12--03:30: Podca3st #9 - Butthead
This week the discussion basis was Comedy Cunts UK. No George, Marcus, Shaun, Benni, Dave, Sofia, Kev or Ben but Dom was here, as was some custard-free eloquently-spoken new podcaster called Dan. T'was fun.
Rocking Llandudno to its core; CD Sales Executive of The Year; The Centre of Comedy Cunts UK; Ranty Rant Pants, brilliant; The Australian Jesus of Religious Poker Fraud; Mixed-martial bullshit; Yorkshire Child Abuse; End.
This week the discussion basis was 'making up nonsense'. We're experts, as you know, but so is Nick Pisa, The Daily Mail's crime 'reporter', who put us in our place this week with a stupendously brilliant interpretation of the future. Just Dom and Dan.
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Words with Machines; Party into the thirties; X-Factor incest; Risky sex with innocent non-murderers who gasp at the shocking nature of the podcast. They were crying, wailing and producing sounds only common with the pure, unadulterated guilt, especially upon hearing the verdict of the podcasters; The end.
This week the discussion basis was magic. The Swordsman returns, magically. So do Dom and Dan, annoyingly. And Shaun Bear turned up - two days early - so you'll have to wait till next week for the return of 'Shaun's Women Problems,' it's worth the wait.
The magical return of the content king; Scratchcard Surprise from the future; cardboard crack and its benefits; geek-freekingly brilliant; report school sabotage; cutting off your own cock, drunk, because it shouldn't be there; finding the secret, magical boobs; "Rrrrrrrr"yan Reynolds, in those boobs, everyday; Cher's multi-exual children causing rage-filled frustration from the 'doctor' in the FOX NEWS studio; Serial Manizer's and the fucking Male-uts; A League of The Perfect Redknapp's; The Unsurprising Scratchcard; the end.
This week the discussion basis was spilt. We (Dom, Dan and Shaun) spent the first half hour chatting about professional ladies, amateur men, confused relationships and a return of the ever popular "Shaun's Women Problems." It's ace.
The second part was focused on Jesse May's blogpost about the poker world. It's serious.
Here it is:
Feel The Shame
It didn’t really bother me when Poker Spot folded, because that guy had history. And I laughed about the money Aces Poker stole, because anyone who trusted them couldn’t ever spot a cheat. The Ultimate Bet scandal wasn’t really that surprising, as we’d heard stories about him for years. And it never shocked me when they cheated me in Atlantic City, or went partners against me in Vegas, or at Foxwoods tried to do a runner with my funds. The nips, the moves, the cheats, the angle shooters, and those that were just plain thieves. For the past ten years when the stars put on their caps and badges and smiled for the TV, we used to smile to ourselves. And then we’d laugh as we’d tick off the big names in poker and say, “But he’s really just a little scumbag, isn’t he?” Because they pretty much all were. And that’s the way it’s always been.
I didn’t always think like that, of course, and neither did you. I came into poker just like yourself, wide eyed and dough faced and on the back of a little bit of luck. Full of passion for the game and a romantic view of the poker world and a desire to be accepted by the rambling gambling men who ruled. It’s natural when you have a pocketful of money and a bellyful of gamble and all the confidence in the world, it’s natural that when it comes to people you can be a little naïve. I certainly was, and so probably were you.
But you get wiser because you have to. My circle got small and my radar got sharp and I could count all the people that I could really trust on maybe one hand. And I told them they could trust me. And pretty much everyone else were scumbags and cheats. In poker, that’s the way it’s always been. That’s the way it’s been for me, and that’s the way it is for you. And we don’t ever talk out of turn. Because in this world if you shit where you eat, then you’ll end up hungry. That’s what you need to know about poker. That’s what you need to know about me.
I’ve been around long enough so that just one more scam, cheat, or mismanagement of funds, one more of those should be just like more water off another duck’s back. But something happened to me when Full Tilt Poker collapsed. This one is different. This has laid me low. It’s not just anger I feel, it’s not just disdain, and I can’t sit here like I always do and smile to myself and point fingers and call them scum. Because what I feel more than anything else right now, is shame.
I am ashamed of you, Howard, and you, Chris, as well. Your actions have made me ashamed. But I’m also ashamed of every one of you that owns Full Tilt Poker stock and has sat in silence. You don’t want to give that money back. It’s nothing to do with you. You were just someone getting paid. You’re sitting in silence and running around and playing in tournaments and talking to your lawyer and feeling sorry for yourself. Shame on you, shame on your silence every last one. But that’s not all. Shame on those of you taking money to wear logos now, in the past and in the future, no matter the site. I’m ashamed that your moral code stops at every paycheck, that you ignore and turn your back and sweep under the rug rather than demand an answer. I’m ashamed of your goddamn hypocrisy and your proclamations about morality while your hush money spills out of your goddamn ass. I’m ashamed of those of you who are quick to condemn another rather than ask those tough questions of yourself. I’m ashamed of those of you who are willing to turn a blind eye because it involves your friends. I’m ashamed that not one of you really care about anyone but yourself, because how could poker ever remotely be called a sport when none of you have a shred of respect? And I’m ashamed that a bunch of fat cat dot com millionaires will never ever be able to imagine any perspective other than their own.
Most of all, of course, I’m ashamed of myself. I’m ashamed that I have sat by in silence while you all cheated, stole, and lied. I refused to speak up. I know you, you thieving tournament directors, you scumbag poker players, you dirtbag angle shooters with your names stitched on your shirts. I know you. And I’m ashamed that I’ve sat here for twenty years and let you rule the poker world as long as I was still getting paid. I’m ashamed that I will demand all day for ethics, honesty, and transparency as long as there is no personal sacrifice involved. I’m ashamed that I only want to clean things up as long as they don’t affect the bottom line. You take your ethics and shove them. You take your integrity and stuff it. Shame on you. You’re no better than the rest of them. And I’m no better than you.
In glass houses, don’t throw stones. Know thyself. The most naïve thing any one of us could think is that what’s left is honest. The most cowardly thing any of us could say right now is don’t upset the apple cart. And the most shameful thing any of us could be right now is happy to not demand answers as long as we are still getting paid. The only thing stopping player power is the players themselves. And that is totally shameful. This is only poker like it always has been, nothing new. And maybe that’s the most shameful thing of all.
Don’t sweat it Chris. I’m not really ashamed of you. I always knew you were just a little scumbag.
This week the discussion basis was how much can Shaun judge without becoming mental? Dom, Dan and Shaun battle it out to prove the best time-waster of all time.
A round up of why women, problems and Shaun just don't mix. Chatting lines of bollocks. Texas gaytime exodus. You've just been Farelli'd. Stabbing your husband, to death, over the remote. Never stab, it doesn't work, clearly. Harry Hill vs Football. Magic: The Gathering vs Words With Friends. Judge Shaun, the new Judy.
This week the discussion basis was supposed to be The Warriors of Goja:
What a fucking podcast that would have been. Dom ruined it, posting the video on Facebook minutes before we arrive, in what can only be described as a shallow and futile search for 'likes' and appreciation. Fail. Dan, Marcus and Dom discussed cheap Blu-Ray's instead.
THEFULLPODCASTFOURSERIESTWOINTRO; Bee.cunts; Oldwomenwhoneednewfivers.cunt; British ex-pats celebrating failed terror attempts; Pat Sharp's a Celebrity, get me away from the rest of these pricks (excluding Fatima) now; Killing Freddie Star; How Rich is Rich, Rich? The Most Dangerous Place in Europe; The Best Sport Films, we couldn't remember; Sense Emila by Dunky and Lev
This weeks discussion was, mostly, Dean Gaffney. Don't let that put you off. 'Dick'head and Dom chat about the year 2036.
Dean Gaffney, Tweetdeck and a sorrowful tale describing the depths of despair some, we're not saying who specifically, actors have to deal with 'after The Bill', it's a real tear-jerker; Applying to be corrupt; ZenergyLife 'here to take your dignity, at a small cost'; The Year 2036: a time of mushy time-travel, downloadable infinity, cars with no Clarkson and plenty of flashing clothes (from the 80's).
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End of Season 2 coming up. Then, small break and Season 3 on the way!
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This week the discussion basis was banning TV. Dom, Dan and Bear fail to introduce themselves - bloody rebels - and fail to ban soaps, strictly anything and Essex Dirtbags.
The phone review that never happened; BBC4 for who? BBC3 for you, cunts; Dirty scumbag thieving diabetics, who knows? A Republican Abroad; The End, brought to you by Southpark.
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This weeks discussion basis started with a drink, through the hands, and finished with a festive hamper. Dom, Dan, Shaun and Sofia make it A Podcast Four, literally.
Phone wankers; drinking through your hands; The POW Club; not being in The POW Club; Finding the fucking tweets to back up The POW Club story; Enough of The POW Club already, BOOM; ITV ban Woody Allen and Jesus and Tim Minchin, POW; An Angry Merry Christmas; angry trees, angry Christmas No1's, angry Christmas parties, angry Christmas presents, angry Christmas people. And a Happy New Year.
This week, the discussion basis was the upcoming year, cupcakes and going back in time to kill Hitler.
A new intro, rustled up in five minutes by Dom and Marcus, bloody genius; Happy New Year Motherfuckers, just don't say it to us; A cheeky beer, a cheeky barmaid and cheeky parasitic landlords charging £150 or something similar to enter their establishment, to party; Would you go back and destroy Hitler, even if it meant the end of the world for everybody, forever, because it's the right thing to do? MasterCupCakeChef - The Professionals; Epic end.
This weeks discussion basis was all things killing. The Killers, Justin Timberlake's influence on music, Shaun's influence on women and Asda's influence on African babies.
Claiming the music back for Prokofiev; The Voice of an Angel; Killing it with Filler; Justin T needs to throw himself in a river; Tin Cup doing a Newcastle; Lady M********* and the festive adventures in a quiet North Wales town, Part One; It's all downhill from 45; Spying on the paranoid rappers; The end of rap.
This weeks discussion basis was all welcome to the O.C. bitch.
Dom and his sister joined up for their mutual love and mockery of teen soap/drama, "The O.C." Relive those early '00s nostalgia with the gang, remember the outbursts, music, vests, Seth Sailing, Olivia Wilde (perfection), and the World's Greatest Dad.
This weeks discussion basis was appeasing the fans.
After months and months of emails and tweets, "just do Dom and Shaun on their own podcast", we finally delivered. One delightful hour of hip hop, phone wankers, product placement, Samantha Janus, book stuff, pregnant stuff, a splash of colour, all the good stuff, M.O.P. YEAH!
This weeks discussion basis was being on a journey.
After months of scouring the internet trying to find tickets, Dom and Marcus eventually found on the old eBay some tickets. Then one night in February. The 18th to be exact, they finally saw their mutual hero. This is their story, of his stories.
This weeks discussion basis was threesies.
For some reason, three topics by three people and free music and three seasons and free reasons to podcast today yo. Dom, Dan, Shaun.
This weeks discussion basis was Middle Class Lunch.
Dom and Dan in the studio with temp Podcast Four worker, Marcus. Discuss a bunch of things, mainly the award winning film, Last Night At Emilio's.
This weeks discussion basis was four-ing whore-ring never bore-ing.
Dom and Dan allow a long departed Shaun and Marcus back into the podcast four studio. They catch up about the odd night out, discuss the award winning film (Canada loves us) and female rappers. Some stuff on The Kinks, um, swearing, and some other stuff, just listen, it's ace.