Does anybody else care where they heard about a book or a movie or a podcast? I often like to know this because consuming the particular media may give me a connection with the recommender. Most often, I can’t remember where I heard about books, and I certainly can’t remember how in the world I came across Drunk Ex-Pastors, but I’m glad I did.
Listening to them talk and laugh reminded me of being with my sister. I suggested to her that we start our own podcast. She thought we should call it drunk ex-fatties. I haven’t checked with DXP to see if they mind, but I’ll remind them that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Here’s their latest podcast. It is number 26, and the whole series is quite a ride. NOT for the faint of heart or those bothered by profanity. But, boy, if you ever walked down the aisle at church because you were nearly scared to death by someone YELLING about hellfire and damnation, you might just appreciate these guys. I sure do.
Give them a listen. If you dare!