I'm OK You're OK, I'm Not OK You're Not OK

Imagine we've sent you a singing telegram. Your doorbell rings. You ziiiip up your britches or your pantaloons and you cross the unfathomable chasm between your couch and your front door. When you open it, a dancing clown squeezes his carnation. Sweet, succulent water shoots into your gaping mouth as you stand in awe. He honks his Rudolph red nose and sings a song. Here are the lyrics: - Bob’s Australian accent - southern guy is back - new PATRONS! - Clint thanks god - listener e-mails - Bob digs a hole for his palace - John Wick sequels - watching bad movies - Chicago, 12 Years A Slave and The Matrix Revolutions - The Human Centipede franchise - talking about stuff again - watching movies more than once - Scorcese films - ballsack skin - Bob and Clint are rarely nude - falling out of chairs - mood swings - Old Man Gaffney - keeping the show ad freeDo you like the show? Do you want extra IOK content? Please consider joining us on PATREON for access to exclusive content like the Secret Weekly, autographed post