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Monthly Archives: February 2017

Liquor License 80

February 27, 2017 No Comments


It’s the Jerry Rice #80 episode, RIP Bill Paxton. Oscar roundup; Brandon was right all along with Moonlight (thank you). John Legend might be doing ok. Getting a passport is like getting kicked in the dick, multiple times #1stworldproblems. Lent and Fat Tuesday. Lotto scratcher mix up and how to tell someone something embarrassing. Credere doesn’t fuck with smelly pussy.


Live From The 405, Seventy Five

February 22, 2017 No Comments

Open Mic Round Up. Another Sunday at Kevin Pollak Chat Show. Attempted Uber. 2017 trailers, and John Wick 2. Frank Sinatra. Bill Maher & talk radio rant.


Liquor License 79

February 22, 2017 No Comments

Valentine’s night wrap up. Movies that we saw: Lego Batman, 50 Shades Darker, and The Founder. Headphone snafu and brunch. Short one, maybe that’s better.


Live From The 405, Seventy Four

February 15, 2017 No Comments

My LA Fitness smells like Im working out underneath a giant’s testicles. Sit N Spin. Kevin Pollak. I eat fat girls’ hearts for breakfast. Mustang shopping. Eric Rocha.


Liquor License 88

February 14, 2017 No Comments

Special Valentine’s Day podcast for you loyal listeners. Start with some hate and a great story. Turn to Credere’s Hollywood estate. Free Charles Oakley. Proflowers can eat one in Vron’s eyes. The XFL, for reals. Have a great Valentine’s Day with out new sponsor: Super Head Honcho.


Live From The 405, Seventy Three

February 9, 2017 No Comments

Colonel Tom Parker. Cannonballs. Black chicks. El Cid screening for Wiretap Scars. The Comedian. (the movie) “Let’s hang out by that old man.” Jake The Snake at Flappers. A nation divided. (Lolz)


Liquor License 77

February 8, 2017 No Comments

Super Bowl review. Why Credere hates ATL. Racism. Lean. Downtown LA sucks. Not being a good neighbor. Be is as cold as ice. Enjoy and make sure to listen to Live On The 405.


Live From The 405, Seventy Two

February 1, 2017 No Comments

Black chicks. Best house sitter ever. Jay Mohr at Flappers. Matthausen. The Oscars are a pile of rubbish and inconsequential chicanery. Tough times at the typewriter, and the microphone. The Beverly Hilton.