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This week on the Frotcast, the whole crew is back! Even real Bret! We talk about news stories, as well as:

  • Discuss Spielberg admitting that nuking the fridge was his idea
  • Talk falling asleep in class and then farting so loudly that your own fart wakes you up and then everyone’s staring at you [2:50]
  • Wonder what the f*ck Ashton Kutcher is talking about
  • Listen to Japanese butt-squirting contests (which nearly kills Brendan)[5:00]
  • Hear John Leguizamo’s story about getting beat up by Steven Seagal [11:00]
  • Ascertain just what kind of an establishment rents hot tubs — much like the place a few blocks from the frotquarters.
  • Watch MC Hammer’s new campaign video for the Mayor of San Francisco.
  • Listen to your voicemails

And of course, we bring on Laremy to play more “Steven Seagal Character or Porn Star.” Clearly, this is the greatest game ever invented, even if the ignorant proles that I have the misfortune to share a frotcast with don’t recognize it. True genius is never recognized in its own time.

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Thanks: To Laremy from Film.com, all of our emailers and voicemailers, and especially to Matt W. for his gorgeous, and frankly, inspired, drawing of Fake Bret jacking off to a squirrel. I don’t know what’s better, the loving detail with which you captured that squirrel, the fact that it was hand-drawn on graph paper, or the chicken-finger grease you got on it and helpfully labelled. Regardless, we salute you, sir.