Farewell dear listeners… This is our last podcast for the year, and possibly forever… Who really knows, and who cares? Have we done something spectacular to mark the occasion? In a way. Its Christmas time so we’ve tried to theme it accordingly with mus...

Dan and Dave discuss selling out and give very little detail about the Axe and Barrel, a small hidden bar in Marrickville where you’re probably not welcome. Dave muses he will one day get lemon juice in Dan’s eye,

Click here for Chapter Five.  “My nose knows no smell That does not cause delight If ever I died my hell Would be to lose this sense of mine I love the smell of flowers And even a wet dog To smell for me is heavenly My nose to me is God” Nathan thoug

Expect the usual drunk fumbling for thoughts, crude musings, and a few laughs. We have a lengthy discussion about Simon’s Perth holiday (but disregard Jake’s Gold Coast holiday). Simon pens a lengthy chapter of of Nosily Nathan and critiques Jake’s unp...

Click here for Chapter Four. “Who, me?” Nathan blurted out. He looked up to see a vision. A woman, who less than an hour ago had been a mirage. Nothing but a sexual fantasy, lit by the flickering of a cinema screen. Now in the soft light of a lazily r

Episode 17 rolls in with 17 hours, 17 minutes and 7 seconds of shoddy podcasting in the bag – enough as Simon says, to provide some (burdensome) entertainment on a direct flight to Dallas… you gotta wonder how you would feel after being subjected to th...

Welcome back listeners! Jake and Simon have been away for some time but fear not – they have returned with a bumper 63 minute long episode. ‘How low would you go?’ is explored TWICE, thanks to two listeners writing some disturbing scenarios.

Click here for Chapter Three. Nathan left the cinema a broken man. As he had laid on the sticky foyer floor covered in semen and thrashing about trying to cover his still fairly monstrous erection, Scott had sweetly attended to him. Looking up Scott’s i

Click here for Chapter Two. Nathan could not resist glancing sideways every time bright flashes from the cinema screen revealed the curvature of the Woman’s breasts and gently flaring nostrils. A clumsy lick of her choctop had left a dollop of vanilla i

Jake and Simon are painfully sober and ramble on like idiots. After Jake explains his absence, we launch into a brand new segment ‘Simon Says’, read out Jake’s new chapter of the erotic nose fiction, discuss the divine being in the toilet,