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! You thought/hoped we were done, but you were wrong! Do you feel stupid now? You should, you dumbass… The Bastards pick new Celebrity Death Pools and chat about their favorite potential apolcalypses… Apocalypsi? Classtard!
