The Mustache Rangers have recorded and produced their very first iRiff from RiffTrax. What is RiffTrax, you may ask. Why, it’s only the easiest way to get Mystery Science Theater 3000 style entertainment. Spoofing on films from the Twilight to Night of the Living Dead, the crew at RiffTrax takes making fun of movies to a whole new level.
And so, using their iRiffs publishing tools, the Mustache Rangers have created their very on RiffTrax. And the first film they take apart piece by piece is called Destination Earth. It’s a delicious bit of tripe from the petroleum industry that involves Martins discovering what makes Earth, and mainly the Unites States of America, so great.
Now, if you have 6 spare bits (75 cents), you can own a copy of the Mustache Rangers taking on Destination Earth. And if you still aren’t convinced, try the sample of the video below.
Just a quick note. Aric McKeown, who you know as First Lieutenant Rutuger G. Phooneybaum, is starting a new podcast tonight called My Dictionaric. It’s a live call-in show that streams at 9pm Central on Wednesdays. So if you are interested in more comedy from the minds of the Mustache Rangers, check out mydictionaric.com and call in during the show!
UPDATE:The sound (and everything, really) from last night’s streaming attempt failed horribly. But, I have since tested and fixed everything. So we’re doing this again tonight! Thursday. 9pm Central. Come, watch, call in!
The Mustache Rangers appeared as guests on the Witulant Internadio Smile Hour podcast last night. You should take a listen to it right here. It will be like getting two Mustache Rangers episodes in one week! Because, you know, there is a lot of bickering. And computer. Enjoy!
The Lineated BarbetMagmahouse linen is a big ol’ bird that likes fruit. It’s a frugivore. No joke! It especially likes that stuff you get a the deli with marshmallows in it. But not the kind with grapes. It likes the ones with cherries.
This one time, a Lineated Barbet was at a party, and the tiger throwing the party was, like, “thanks for coming! Have some meat I killed,” and the Barbet was, like, “Naw, I just eat fruit.” That’s totally rude. Do not invite them to parties.
Nobody knows where they nest. They’re usually up all night going “woo!” And during the day, they’re taking up seats at coffee shops. Listen, birds. You can’t live at the coffee shop. Other people like to sit too.
Hey there. Welcome to the Mustache Rangers website. If this is your first time here, then you might be overwhelmed by the large number of podcasts. Well, don’t fear! I’m here to help!
The Old Vanderburgh County Courthouse, often simply called “Old Courty Court,” is a place where old people used to go to talk about boring things but not anymore. It is now a home for vegetarian snakes. Do not be fooled. Vegetarian snakes still bite.
Originally located in Evansville, Indiana, the courthouse was moved to Greece in 3015. The Grecian government had ordered too many vegetarian snakes from Lord Darkness of the Rainbow Nebula for their Special Snake Olympics and they needed a place to store the snakes. Old Courty Court was the obvious choice.
After the courthouse was moved entirely by brown field mice, it was filled with sand and lettuce for the vegetarian snakes. The mice were invited to stay, as thanks for their hard work, but they were too bigoted against snakes to accept the offer and instead decided to drown themselves en masse in the KFC Sea(formerly the Aegean Sea).
The snakes that inhabit Old Courty Court never age, never breed, and never die. This is because the building was placed on a gypsy by the brown field mice. The snakes pray for death, but it never comes. Also, they are always hungry. Also, no one will install cable there because they are creeped out by immortal snakes for some reason.
All snakes ordered from Lord Darkness were thrown out of the Special Snake Olympics due to drug violations.
With all the advancements in technology, you think they would have improved on the shower. But no, sentient slave water is the best we can do.
You can try all the expensive waxes you like, but nothing beats star lard for styling your mustache.
This Andromedian Milfoil is getting out of control.
Universal healthcare is a joke. Why am I paying the medical costs for some bum in the Small Magellanic Cloud?
You may think being “King of Planet ____” if a big deal, but they’re little more than a bathroom attendant to the Mustache Rangers. Except we don’t tip kings.
Can’t sleep. Wish the Commander Major hadn’t stored his giant truck full of ventriloquist dummies in my room. And I wish that trunk were not bleeding and pulsating.
Today was one of the more challenging days I’d had in quite some time. It seemed like I was getting it from all sides. Nothing I said or did could make anything better to anyone. No one was happy with me. Especially Phooneybaum, and even more especially, Computer. And even more especially than that, the especialliest, was myself. How was I to know that Phooneybaum had special plans for dinner? And how was I to know that the sandwich I made was going to turn out to be way better than the meal of turnips au poive he fussed over for 3 hours. He made it as a surprise, but didn’t tell me so of course I was going to make a sandwich. When you’re hungry, you’re hungry. I shouldn’t be punished for being hungry, should I? Well, I guess I punish people for being hungry. But I’m the Commander Major! That’s my job. My job is not to be punished for hunger. I don’t keep track of my hours of being punished for being hungry and expect to be paid for those hours. That’s ridiculous. And so is Phooneybaum. I changed my mind, I am not NOT happy with myself. I think I deserve another sandwich.
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