Four aging, life-long friends and adversaries fend off the ordinary through the poetry of the profane. From potty humor to funeral home funnies, the Bastards don't just slaughter the sacred cow, they have sex with it first. It takes a real Bastard to laugh at another's suffering. But to laugh at the suffering of your closest friends, it takes something more. A Master Bastard.
The Bastards are back and boy are they blah blah blah. There is stuff and they talk about things. Arguments? Yeah, there is a lot of those. Did somebody request awful radio sounds? No? Oh well. Somebody says something insensitive and somebody else overreacts. I can has Classtard?
