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 wrap you in a blanket of filthy fun with limericks, more Aussie talk, show and tell and video game goodness. This was recorded before the Elder Scrolls VI announcement because I'm lazy and release stuff late. Classtard.
