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Honey Boo Boo Impersonation Contest

The spawner of Honey Boo Boo.

Finally, this is your chance to win.

An opportunity like this comes along only every so often. Gobble it up while you still can.

It’s the Honey Boo Boo Impersonation Contest.

The idea is simple. Pick one of the following phrases, record your impersonation, and share it with us. Our select Panel of Judging will pick a lucky winner who will be showered with indeterminate prizes that may or may not exist.

I know it sounds too good to be true. But wait, there’s more. Oh my God, there’s always more. Hey, cameraman! Get a shot of that, will ya?
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Podcast: Episode 2 of the Tom B. Taker Show is now online

Are you ready for some podcast?

Welcome to the party, all my bloggy friend [sic],
A Saturday Night Bash on the Abyssian!
The shame of the week is about to incite
Time to kick shit and turn off the lights
My pressure is rising, strap in and hold tight
I’m gonna blow my top just like every night
C’mon and get ready
I mean really ready
Are you ready for some podcast?
A Saturday blight farty
The whole abyss is crockin’, let’s get the brick carted
Launch this thing, blaze the roof, that’s right
All my bloggy friend [sic] is here on Saturday night

Yes, it’s quite the thriller doing the moonwalk with Billy Jean. But then again, I’ve always been a little off the wall. Know what I’m saying, sister? If you don’t like the man in the mirror (just like me) then you can go beat it!

If you’ve got 29 seconds of free time in your life (and who doesn’t?) swing by and check out the long-delayed Episode 2 of my audio podcast, won’t you? It’d be just like being forced to apologize if you’d spare me 29 seconds of your life.

The Tom B. Taker Show – Episode Two: The Wife Strikes Back

The Tom B. Taker Show – Episode 2 (Wife Strikes Back)

Yeah, the wife made me do it. I personally thought this audio was quite tasteless, ribald and way over the top. If society forces me to apologize for this, that is what I’ll say. As usual, blame it on the wife. She made me.

At least I know it won’t be as bad as Hank Williams Jr. At least I hope not.