JP is the king of the packages on the latest episode of Mailbag! He’s the happy recipient of some very special gifts including some Montreal Canadiens steak knives, a DECENT new dagger, and even a fan letter from Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson!
There are some more serious contenders for the Season 12 decoration contest, including some tarot cards and Fluffy the cat. The clock is fucking ticking on this contest, so if you want to enter before the May 31st deadline, you better get your shit in the mail now!
PLUS: The Boys receive some A+ portraits, all the way from Wishigan!
The Boys are back in the sack and they’re opening more of your free shit on the latest episode of Mailbag!
Two patterns emerge in the episode – the Boys are getting too many fucking letters and not enough parcels, and JP and Robb need more fucking love. Mike received way too much shit in this one!
Actually there’s a third theme in this fucking episode – SwearNet/TPB fans are extremely creative! You artistic fucks sent in your own novels, films, and custom guitar pedals!
Plus: The Boys receive a DECENT photo from the SwearNet ladies, Robb gets a solid “Ricky” shirt, and Big Joe sends more of his awesome TPB jewelry!
It’s the Mailbag, motherfuckers, and on this episode, Mike seems to have transformed into a giant dick.
The Boys burn through a pile of goodies from California, England, and plenty of fucking places in between. They get a billion fucking questions from Alberta, some DECENT t-shirts from Leeds (important when you’re living in the studio and you have no clean clothes), and some penis koozies from the Sugar Bitches!
The SwearNet studio dicks picked up a bottle of rum, a bit of mix, and the ice is in the freezer. We’re bringing Julian back in for another round of Dear Julian, and we need your fucking questions!
Write your problems in the comment section of this blog post and we’ll choose the best ones and send them to the Muscles. If you use his advice, that’s fine. But if you don’t, he really doesn’t give a fuck.
On today’s Mailbag (motherfucker), the Boys open a box from Hawaii that is in contention for PACKAGE OF THE YEAR!
As per usual, Mike tastes a bunch of hot sauces (and gets absolutely fucked over by one of them), the Boys get a shit apple, and a bunch of swearing cats. They also get some DECENT fan art, in the form of a TPB comic!
We also learn a few things – limit your letters for the Boys to 10 words or less, and it might not be wise to ask for 200 tiny fucking autographs.
They also get a fuck load of candy from Sweden, space gifts, mixed nuts, and a birthday card (WITH LIQUOR CASH) for Mike. Perhaps the most fucked up thing they receive is a mystery box full of suspicious oils and powders – is someone out to poison the Boys, or are looks deceiving?!
And this is a public service announcement to Mike – JP’s mom DOES watch this fucking show, so watch your goddamn mouth!
If you want to send some shit to the Mailbag (with absolutely NO guarantee that it’ll be opened in any kind of a timely fucking fashion), use this address:
PO Box 38072 Burnside
Dartmouth NS B3B 1X2