Episode 35 - Kang Dong-Rim, Ultimate Hero Champion of North Border Country World by Fate of the Union

What the hell is this? A what? A hotel? Yeah, right, buddy... Sure. You're trying to tell me THAT is a HOTEL in North Korea? It looks like one of Walt Disney's looser bowel movements. No, actually, it kind of looks like an Ethiopian rocket ship. Or maybe it's a graph of North Korea's value to the international community over time. Notice the sharp turn downward.
I don't know why we keep coming back to North Korea and making fun of it. Part of the reason has to be that it's just so goddamn easy and we at FOTU are notoriously lazy. The rest of the answer lies somewhere in the demilitarized zone beneath a landmine and another one of these wingnuts that defected in reverse.
In other news, Peter loses a game of inches, Lars lampoons some legendary Halloween blackouts, and everyone keeps wearing their favorite pairs of sweatpants. Why? Listen and find out.
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Travel with us back in time, some twenty years ago, to the fall of the Berlin Wall. The demand was made and down the wall came, unleashing a rabid horde of sexual deviants eager to flood the now-legal sex shops on the Western side of the fence. Turns out the grass really was greener on the other side, if by 'grass' you mean 'brightly-colored toys.'
Fateful listeners,
Let's not ignore the 800 pound elephant-gorilla-pig-hybrid in the room. It's true what they said about swine flu. When they said it would spread everywhere and probably touch a majority of the world's nations, they were right. When they said it would cause flu-like symptoms so if you run a fever and vomit you should see a doctor, they were right. When they said your life is in danger and if you know someone with swine flu you should kill them before they infect the rest of the world and murder us all, kickstarting the zombie apocalypse, forcing we few uninfected into hiding in shanty towns underground, living off the predatory highways, killing radiation fallout mutants for pennies and secretly working for the robots as they slowly garner the military strength to wager Armageddon on the pathetic humans... they were right.
Fan of the Fately Fashions,
Hiatus be damned, Fate of the Union is springing back into action. Bust out your pompadours and greaser jackets, Pars Welly is kicking it old school in a new way.
Ghosts are scary. I mean REALLY scary. Think about it. To quote the great John Madden, (to be said in one continuous, unintelligible slur) "Here's a guy who can walk through walls, rearrange your fine china, overthrow your corporeal functions, then blaze forty yards down the sideline to hurl a pigskin into the welcoming arms of the masses. I mean, BOOM. He's gone. Seriously, he disappeared. What the hell? I'm hungry. Hey, Al, can we order some 'za?"



