Frotcast 641: Don't Boo Me I'm Fat, with James Fritz (Patreon)

Welcome to a particularly elegiac (look it up) episode of the Frotcast, with this week’s guest James Fritz. First we discuss the untimely death of Malcolm-Jamal Warner, who unfortunately drowned in Costa Rica this past week. Next, we discuss the untimely death of Hulk Hogan, who suffered a heart attack the day we recorded. Finally, we discuss the untimely (in the other direction) death of Ozzy Osbourne, who has pretty much been on borrowed time since the early 80s and made it way farther than anyone realistically expected.

Vince and Brendan discover that apparently the Hulkster was a huge piece of shit. Sorry we’re not a wrestling podcast, I guess everyone else knew this intimately. We have a good time remembering his many outrageous lies, including his groundbreaking work in hustlebro culture by manipulating time and space to the tune of an extra 35 days in a year. You hear that Gary Vee? You ain’t got shit on The Hulkster, brotherrr!!! Other highlights include Brooke Hogan defying the laws of autotune, union-busting (not a wresting move), and the time he fucked his friend’s wife, said a racial slur, complained about diarrhea, then destroyed Gawker, in that order.

Vince, Matt and James all saw Superman, and it was fine. Unless you’re one of the insane people we talked about last week. We talk about how “fine” is pretty much the ceiling for superhero movies these days, and what a feat it would be to create one that any of us can remember within a few days of watching it. Vince desires a return of ugly people to the pictures.
Please buy James Fritz’s new comedy album, Old Man Yells At Crowd, he really needs the money.