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 strap on their lederhosen, dust off their steins and prepare their bodies for ample sausage. It’s Oktoberfest and the Bastards are the Oktoberbest of buds. Prost!
