Rbsrpodcast

Greg and Kaleb awaken from a cold space slumber. In an attempt to evade the troubles of Earth, they launched themselves into the great unknown, only to find a new frontier of problems.

On this very normal episode of the podcast, Greg and Kaleb discuss the consequences of being two minutes late. The trials and tribulations from a lack of punctuality don't stop the boys from keeping a cool head however. They power through and recite, with exquisite precision, Jurassic Park in it's entirety. So sit back, relax and stop stealing spray paint.

Welcome from the future, or rather, welcome from a really bad bit that we barely kept up with. On this scrumptious episode, we had the great fortune to talk with our dope ass friend Tiffany, and shit got filthy.

The Corona Virus has affected us all. Greg and I. You. And most importantly, Demi Moore. RBSR comes back to life after a year of silence to make sure you're entertained for a little over an hour during these hectic and boring times. So sit back, relax and say a pray for Demi Moore.

Greg and Kaleb go on a climatic journey of the French kind. We talk to Mike. Have you ever called some while squeeging your window? Is that a euphemism? Kaleb grows up stories. The Red Balloon

On this episode of the RBSR podcast, we ask the age old question: What came first? The chicken or the egg? Or was it the chainsaw? We also summon a dark and powerfully lame demon.

It's a new year and who gives a shit about our previous goals!? Those who answered "nobody"....you're right, but also fuck you. Happy Late Ass New Year.

We cover a lot of shit on this episode, literally. We also have a few new sponsors which we are very proud of. Other stuff happens, but just listen and find out ya dingus!

Biology.....have you ever heard of it? Us neither. Let's figure it out together.

Gang, sometimes you have to look the ones you care for the most right in the eye, take a deep breath...and round house kick them right in the throat. Then you fight each other until all the anger and tension is gone. That's what love is folks....that and accepting someone even though their farts sound like lost baby dinosaurs.

This super moist episode is packed y'all. We got a 25 minute Kaleb monologue. We got Greg hosting with special guest Kaleb. We got Gamestop crushes. We got it all, so buckle up fam.

On this episode, Greg got to talk with some of the members of Mangchi. Which ones you ask? Well, you have to listen and find out.

We're back at it again with the Vons Monopoly pieces y'all. If you hated the last one, then I suggest you unplug and walk away, because this one is the same shit.

Hey Everybody, It's Kaleb. I write all these God damn descriptions, and to be honest, I fucking hate it. This episode blah blah blah, listen and find out.

It's a celebration on this episode gang. There is some news coming our way and we're both eager to share and hear that sweet beautiful gravy good news. So buckle up and get ready for that wonderful honey nut news because its gonna be the news of the century. Topics include fresh out the oven news, some pippin' hot, sweat dripping' news and also a clown. Enjoy!

Episode 21 - I Wanna Hear Some Props Man by RBSR

What started out being a high sponsor......turned out being'.....ah high......wah........

Greg is back everybody, and it's a sweet sweet reunion for the ages. We talk about his time away doing the Lord's work....which makes me think, why are we doing all of his work? That lazy bum Lord. Anyway, fun stuff happens, music happens, this episode has it all folks.

Greg was away helping people in need last week, so Kaleb sat down with mutual buddy extraordinaire, Erik Freeman. We talk about what it's like to be a choir boy in love and also what it's like to party with Jay-Z's horn players.

On this episode we talk with one of our biggest musical influences, Eric Bikales. We play the music of Mood Tapes quite often on our podcast, and if you've ever wondered "Who is this miracle man that is making my heart happy with these Mood Tapes?" than look no further, Eric is that miracle man.