Alright! It’s time for our regular Thursday trip around baseball to talk about the interesting topics (TM), with a little Jaysturbation (or not), cooking tips, heresy, trains (?), car noises, and even more depressing realizations about just how ridiculously out-of-whack MLB’s alignment is thrown in for good measure (or not): it’s a brand new episode of the Getting Blanked Podcast!

This week’s topic(s): PEDs, Martin Prado, whippets.

If you prefer to have a listen later, you can download the podcast by right-clicking right here.

Alternately, you can hit up the Getting Blanked iTunes page, which is humming along these days, and from now on until the end of eternity will have all our podcasts, mp3s and whatever other audio goodies we dream up posted there in a timely manner.

Also, if you want to participate in the Getting Blanked Podcast, you can do it! Call us (hammered) at 1-855-FOUL-TIP, or email us (hammered) at with whatever is sticking in your craw, and if the mood strikes us, we’ll dissect the best the Monkey Army has to offer.

Aaaaand… if you don’t want to keep on constantly refreshing iTunes or the site here to get word of a new podcast, why not have it delivered straight to your whatever-box by following Getting Blanked and DJF on Facebook, and @GettingBlanked and @DrunkJaysFans on Twitter.

As always (or at least usually), Mint Musical Interludes courtesy of The ConstantinesArts & Crafts RecordsDeathwish Records and Optical Sounds. Be sure to check them out and buy every single fucking thing you hear at their sites.

Comments (12)

  1. aroddouche.jpg, bravo.

  2. Classic A-Rod pose.

  3. It wouldn’t surprise me if A-Fraud wakes up in the morning, pops outta bed, gives himself the double fingersnap in the mirror naked, and goes to the living room to catch highlights of himself on ESPN and play helicopter with his dick. Mirrors even on the ceiling so he can practice his, I JUST STRUCK OUT AND CANT BELIEVE IT look.

  4. Doesn’t Giancarlo Stanton live in Miami?

  5. I work in a bar. In the first week the twenties were released there were three separate occasions where someone went to give me twenty-five (bite and a beer is about twenty) and gave me fourty-five. I’m an honest man and corrected the mistake every time but didn’t have someone do the same to me.

    They’re fucking sticky. And they fucking suck. Unless you’re a dishonest prick and then maybe there’s some money to be made.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *