Minute 61: We’re all on a spectrum of "fucked-UP"

Buckle-up for a marathon episode of the GGGR minute. Matt wants to clear the air and Bill mocks him for it. Coen bros. movies are playing in Bill’s head, on a continuous loop. Matt would bring Marvin Gaye to Bill’s house to prove a point. The air is cleared... until it isn’t again, because Bill doesn’t know Dylan’s highway61. This whole place stinks with Bill’s farce for (at least) a week. In this minute, Davey gives us the best exit in movie history and maybe the rangiest bit of acting in the film. Bill, “The Fizzler” takes us to a very sad place. An early recipe for Pacino’s famous “whoowahh” may be found in this minute. Wait, which direction exactly is Dave fucked, Rick? The boys take a respite from the minute to grind a little Barry Pepper onto the ever growing WWTP entree. Moss and Rick continue their bickering. Glenister tops the “I need to initiate litigation with the GGGR minute podcast” list. Ricky and Bill both have the memory of a fucking fly. “Have a good trip” is the last straw. Ricky smirks at Dave’s antics. The segment “Bill’s Hob-nobbery” is born... maybe? Mandy P comes by for a visit. Bill genuinely seems to have a stroke right in the middle of this podcast. F. Murray is better than a La-z-boy. Ed Harris is astonishing. The fellas pick their GGGR, end-times, apocalypse buddies.