To me, meditation is like Communism: Interesting in theory, Hell in practice. I mean, who can stand to sit in the stink of their own awfulness without chasing it away with your iPhone or booze for more than a few moments? But our own co-hostess Sara somehow is not able to only meditate, but do it for extended period of time. I don’t know how. Seriously, I’d believe she can melt a safe with lasers from her fucking eyes before I believe she can actually meditate for hours on hours day after day. But she’s sticking with the story and, whether lying or telling the truth, that’s how you do it well.
Anyhow, Sara went to the woods for a week with a bunch of other dirty foot-soled Phish fans eating vegan food whom all apparently couldn’t stop busting ass in public during silent meditation (the highlight of her story). In star contrast to that chicken soup for the soul, co-host Howard regales us with a trip to a strip club during a bachelor party in Atlantic City he enjoyed over the weekend. I suppose that’s more pizza and beer for the soul. Given I weigh 700 lbs, you can guess which I prefer. Enjoy the latest Papa’s Basement Show, and please remember to look up our Patreon and donate to us! (Or send us cash via PayPal. We ain’t choosy.)