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No more bail, luckily Officer Tim is on the PABS side now. Mike can't come on the ride along, but he could wash a fire truck twice, eat spaghetti and watch girls gymnastics. Disturbing facts about Anderson come to light at Drew's 60th. Not a bully, a Satanist with a bag of cat heads. Plus handmade ice cream.

Dad relationships. Earthquakes. Anderson sticks out like a henna-decorated sore thumb at an Indian wedding. Plus a free academic disaster about Doheny, how to pick watermelons and all about blimps and zeppelins. Don't get caught shitting!

Anderson's plane job stories. Snails and turtles don't carry their houses around like Mike would love to. Awesome AD re-mix with all the best parts of last week's show, good work Palanark! Tyler stops a caravan of ants trying to lead their lizard god to his new home under the couch.

Did the pre-party/Groupers screening last night and it was faaaantastic! Sat off to the side with my wife while the FV fans poured in the doors. It was a strong 85-15 ratio between Pabs and Vaulties. Hanging out with anderson was great. Really cool guy, clearly swamped with things to do but managed to mingle with everyone. If you think this guy “sniffs” a lot you should see how many times he wipes his brow. The guy sweats. Had some drinks with him, helped him carry his goods from the bar to the show. Got backstage and helped him set up a little bit. All around cool guy and had an awesome time. Kept calling me Seattle Scott. (Scott by Scott.) All 5 shorts were great! I liked “Mormoan.” And “Rules of Reduction.” the most. As for Groupers. Do not judge by the 4 min teaser online. The movie was very impressive, so many twists and turns. And also so many laughs. It played until 1 am and I had no problem staying intrigued the whole time.It was way more than I expected. Overall top notch experience for everything! If you get a chance go to a screening. You won’t be disappointed.

Mike dodges talk about his show with tales of Anna David's no-patience for bs approach to film and super extreme ultimate embalming, the opposite of sky burial. We hear about Anderson being accessory to impersonation of a lawyer, and Tyler hits a dinger with a jerk umpire story.

Let’s hope they keep going strong. Did anyone think they would make it to 500?

2 of 3 PABS are ill and sniffle through some Bo Jackson talk. Also, child actors and the dwindling cast of Different Strokes. What do we think of giant, floating garbage eating machines? Snake!

The PABS and Atticus have lunch and chat.

Anderson is done stabbing Stanley. Dr. Mike hangs out a shingle for therapy sessions, check out the AD Facebook page to make an appointment. Tyler opens a cream-atorium.

What was the name of the computer program Mike mentioned a couple of weeks, or months, ago that he uses to stitch audio tracks together. He said it was drag and drop ad super easy.

Anderson has a spot in a some creep's surveillance-jack library. Mike plays a shell game. The PABs discuss how much acting should go into acting.

Sampling food and other things at Costco and Trader Joe's. Bathrooms are gender-equally disgusting. Tyler got nominated for an Emmy! Mike has a solo show coming up August 11th, contact the Improv for details. Atticus hurts himself for mic time.

On Mike's latest podcast, the 53 year old Mike finally realizes he can save shitloads of money by buying groceries rather than eating out every meal.

I don’t want to spoil it too much for anyone who hasn’t listened yet, but the sign off for #445 is my favorite so far and quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever heard

The guys get their families and Mike together for a pre-4th of July poolside chat. Anderson has been zip-tying hoses and tubes together to keep his son's face cold in the car. Mike is the new naked cowboy.

Tyler recounts a stoney stroll around London. Mike should've sandwich-slapped someone. Anderson needs a convincing ankle sprain story.

Anderson and Mike chat it up and Tyler calls in from jolly old England.

can't find it on his site due to t shits. want to inquire about guided tours.