When the guests are lively, I'm enthralled -- there's a great deal of good content. But who the hell gives these timid squeak-voiced people their own podcasts? I mean... is there some vast conspiracy to melt our brains? Do you wanna know why the guy in the car next to you is punching his steering wheel? He's listening to Bob Payne painfully strive to complete a sentence of ten-to-twenty words and screaming "FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE JUST SPIT IT OUT!!!!!!"
