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In this weeks episode Brian and Brain and not so much Barry, go on a fishing expedition in the heartland of downtown Antarctica. Brian strikes upon the idea of harvesting ice mites as a substitute fuel source only to realise that he is not wearing any pants and may freeze his enormous stoic off.

Meanwhile Bevan enters Barry's icehole and hilarity and pneumonia break out.

On a more serious note, the ghost of Mawson's Hut appears at the chemist and enquires about cough medicine.

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This week Brian and Brian recount their endless summer days of dementia and go-karting the slopes of Mt Kilimanjaro in a one piece bathing suit.

Paw Paws are now in season for $6.99 a cubit and the winter snows are rapidly approaching the border of Australia and Mrs Pretty's residence by the rubbish tip.

All this spells fun, frivolity and chemical burns for Barry and Bevan.

On a lighter note The End of Days is coming along nicely.

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On this special 1956 revised edition of, "Is your Mother a Barnacle" The Brian's take stock and a bit of a chance on an Easter gather a thon, that is, a Play with Sperm Whales as characters, a light show and a Duck with Arthritis and Gangrene.

In Part 2 of this Epiglottis of fun, debauchery and sewing, Brian discusses the finer points of boozing in the Bar on level 7 of the Vatican. Yes, that magnificent room full of Offal, Vagabonds and ornate Sherry glasses that glow in the dark. Brian not only discusses the rights and wrongs of the Holy Cataclysmic Church, he pushes all of the buttons to turn the Bar into a Labryinth of mayhem and Semen. Jolly good fun, and Pope Doug loved it, literally.

On an interesting note, Barry does a good deed as an Uber Eats cycler. He delivers a free feast to some poor blind kiddies, but gets struck by lightning before arrival. Funny as fuck. Amen.