Nobody Knows You're A Dog

Taking the Subway, walking the dog, cutting down a tree.

Chopdini, the chop, and Gran-pah!

Piper, mimosas, and a cocktail when the kids are in bed. 

Rampant or couchant?, some assembly required, and a post-fish fish.

Kim's kutz, Chast's chasseur, and a perilous piñata.

Rompers, fratricides and mobsters, and a very special grand finale.

To prep or not too preppy?, young ladies, and half a butterfly.

The Wizard of Canal St, the Golden Record, and What Regan Would Do.

Christmas puddings, a cornucopia, and a baby jail.

Counting crows, sea cucumbers, and extra cheese. Finn! I finally tried cleaning up the audio!

The Shotover River, a meander, and snails do have eyes. Take note, listener.

Male peahens, post-it notes, and Australia Day.

Bangles, banquettes, and bison.

This week, a pair of special guests with an outstanding broadcasting pedigree. * also, I screwed up the last line of the grand finale, which should read: Through the WHITE THIN bone of a hare. (not thin white)

A misshapen bartender, a Cartesian elbow, and at least there's a decent poem at the end.

Hairy Stig, King Kong's prong, and Donald Trump's moon.

Peter Thiel, diploma certificates, and a trireme with a single bank.

Cherry trees, sitting ducks, and artificial intelligence.

Gingerbread, marshmallows, and roasted wattle.

Puppets for muppets, panders for pandas, and paleo for cavemen.