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Big day here for the guys. Michael Vick signs with the Philly Eagles, Billy Mays was a drug addict.  John Hughes is dead now. Sad Face. Adam made it back from the third world in one piece. And Tristan takes a big hit for his convictions by swearing off Fox.  In other News, GuyCast will be starting up a fantasy football league this year.  Hit us up at Guycast@gmail.com if you wanna play.

Tristan gets his wish when Asylum.com celebrates A Day Without Megan Fox.  Also, we discuss the inevitable return of Michaels Vick and Schumaker.  Also, everyone stop being such pussies about loud summer movies. I remember when movies being loud was called being fucking awesome.

orts week here at GuyCast but with almost no actual sports news.  Ben Roethlisberger has been accused of Rape, and Erin Andrews was virtually raped by a pervert through a peep hole.  Some pitcher threw only the 18th perfect game in Baseball history, and it’s the third most important sports story of the week.  Who knew.

This is one of my favorite episodes in a while.  We tackle an article from Askmen.com entitles "Five Lies All Women Tell".  About half way through and we wizen up and bring someone without a penis in the room.  Susan tries to help us understand why all women are lying liars who just lie all the time.  And also succeeds in making Tristan feel really awkward.  Enjoy.

So our springboard for this particular discussion is the fact that I've heard way too much lately about how Megan Fox is the hottest woman on the planet.  Everybody just chill the fuck out. Nobody's saying she's not an incredibly hot chick.  But there are plenty of those in the world.  In fact, I bet in L.A., she rates a 9 at best.   Anyway, from there we talk about movies for a half hour.  Oh, and Steve McNair's Dead.  Who cares. Sometimes it just happens. The talk about movies I mean, I've already moved past McNair.

So since I'm writing this a couple of weeks late we know that, in retrospect, this was the beginning of a string of celebrity deaths.  And once again, we happened to make off handed jokes about it no less than a week before.  Beware listeners.  Have we joked about your death on show?  Well, thanks for listening,  Put us in the will!

Time for some e-mail catch-up. J-Rod checks in to keep us on a toes for out numbering system. Rocko from The 1 Night Stand shares a story about a 3-way with a whale. And Scott writes in to make Tristan admit his love Scott Sigler's audio book The Rookie. And we get really drunk. Again.

Well, we try to not let our nerd hang out too much on the show, but every once in a while it just slips out when some sweet bit of flamewar pops up like the new iPhone vs. Palm Pre. It goes on a bit long. On another note, Josh the Mad Jew Scientist drops by, and we reward that behavior by berating him for 10 minutes about his habits of music theivery.

Well it was bound to happen sooner or later. The Laptop that we run all of the show content off of finally took a dump. As a result, I'm not sure what we actually talked about on this one. But you can probably figure it out right. Blah blah blah (insert athlete here) is a douchbag. Instert dumb citizen doing incredibly dumb thing, what an asshole! Insert horrifying sexually themed joke, half-appology, followed up by another joke. This time probably with less appology and more laughter.

Marc continues his visit, we all continue to drink, and we spend 30 minutes talking about the only thing that's better than having wolverine claws. If you don't know, then I can't help you. But believe me. It's awesome. Enjoy.

Introducing Marc, he's 25% of the Face Off Hockey Show, Adam's early college roomate, and a closet homosexual. Well, that last part isn't true, but he's not here to defend himself, now is he? We shoot the shit on the new Star Trek, Adam's new ride, and of course, and little of the Hockies.

What the hell could we possibly say that hasn't already been said. 300 episodes of this crazy bullshit. And you guys are still here? Can't thank you enough. This has all been for you guys. You keep listening, We'll keep talking. Enough writting. Enjoy.

In a classic GC mishmash of guy-related bullshit, we cover a wide range today. We begin with a discussion on the yankees new billion dollar homerun factory that they've built in the city, and Tristan surmises on some of the finer rules of baseball and why they're bullshit. We move on to Marijuana, Dane Cook, and Tattoos. Big day. Enjoy.

Every year Maxim trots out their hot 100 list, and every year it's littered with a few repeat offenders, lots of women who have happened to be on their covers and do interviews, and then there's always a few that you look at and say "Wha?". It's my opinion that #1 is one of those. How can you look at your readers with a straight face and say "This moderately ok looking woman is clearly the hottest woman on The Fucking Planet. Period." Fuck you. You didn't even choose a good picture of her. Dipshits.

And by Private Douchebag, I mean Phoenix. And by Phoenix, I mean Adam (Last Name Censored, because he would kill me for writting it here. Although I have half a mind to do so just so that the death threats come rolling into his house for the most monumentally stupid, idiotic, retarded thing that has ever come out of anyone's mouth.) Anyway. Here's an hour on movies. Good times. Adam and I are no longer friends. Podcast over. Thanks for being here. Hope you enjoyed the ride. I hate him so much.

We come back from our vacation, finally. Swine Flu free, much to our suprise. We get started by doing a solid half-hour on sports. If you're not a sports fan. Sorry. We'll see you at 297.

One of our young wards comes back to us or some advice on dealing with his fickel young mistress. And we attempt to help. Along the way we end up talking about forcing 11 year olds to watch hard core pornography...but we get there. Eventually.

There's nothing more fun for us than to get a little bit of party juice into us, step off on a topic...and then just run with it. Today's an in depth discussion on the etiquitte of the male high five/hand shake/ball in socket. Where it ends can only be described with the love that three men can have for two other men playing beach volley ball without their shirts on. Yep, that sounded gay. Go ahead and listen. It doesn't get any better from there.

This is a movement we invite you to join. Don't like someone or something? Fuck the strongly worded letter. Just don't buy it. Don't watch it. Don't give them the satisfaction. Also, we talk about Wolverine. Yeeaahh...Snicky Snicky Snoik.

Susan swings by the studio (and by swings by i mean, i yelled out into the livingroom for her and she came in) to chat with us about what makes the jealouse monster tick, and what makes him repulsive. We also talk about pirates, the retirement of John Madden, and what do the GuyCast Heroes look at on their own time?