Episode 70: But soft, what light from yonder window breaks? It is the Egg, and Juliet is the yolk. But enough of that romance shiiiiiit! The boys are coming in hot with a three-egg omelette of idiomatic enlightenment that just may blow your front side off! And if you think for even a single second that the dudes are slowing down, you can just think again, compadre! There’s no rest for the weary genius, so the Land of Nod’s gonna have to wait another forty winks for these Italian stallions to unfurl their rucksacks and pay homage to His Dark Lord, Monsieur Sandman. Speaking of single seconds, don’t you dare think for an ADDITIONAL SECOND that the fellas are gonna start phoning it in and placating to middle America! It will be a cold, nay, a FRIGID day on the shores of the Satanic Sea when you find your heroes lying side by side in the Procrustean bed of corporate sellouts! We may be 70, but we’ve still got the hearts of black metal Viking walruses! And we shall ride the sky road on the wings of demonic vultures on an ever-cresting wave of thundersludge for time immemorial! And the blood shall…rain…DOWN! So yeah, we ain’t stopping. Happy 70th, Ry! Love you, boo. I SAID NO ROMANCE SHIT!

#70 - The Egg Heart

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