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The great metaphorical mailbag has returned and a few letters fell out. And of course, being a mail carrier himself, Your Friend Frosty has feelings about that. Mostly, "oh, crud, hope no one saw that." But then again, the point of a mailbag episode is to actually read those letters, so you see where we're going with this. An update on Circus Kirkus is included, and also a lot of ridiculous answers to ridiculous questions (who are you people???), but if you'd like your question answered, feel free to drop us an email at whiskeyandfrosty@yahoo.com. You just might surprise your hosts.

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Seven years ago, the madness began. Hughie, Butcher, Homelander, The Deep, all of them jumped onto our screens and left us emotionally and mentally scarred - and we thank them for it all. Well, Your Friend Frosty does, anyway. Your bartender Mike Whiskey kept away. And now that the show has finally ended, now that the satirical dark superhero series known as The Boys has finally ended and we can all emerge from our bunkers, it's time to send it off in style - with a meanspirited game dedicated to completely ruining the concept of being a superhero for everyone involved. So, pretty apt. Also, sparring trees, airships equipped with meat grinders, and Whiskey says something in appropriate. Again.

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Summer is on the way. Sunshine, cool breeze, tourists, the whole enchilada. Unfortunately, that enchilada has Your Friend Frosty a little worried - swimsuit season is around the corner and he's going to have to rely on his personality this year. Never fear, your bartender Mike Whiskey has the secret: eat copious amounts of meat! Also, maybe ice cream, some vinegar, and a tapeworm or two. Yes, really. As we crack open the wacky world of fad diets, we take a minute to mourn the loss of a small furry friend of Frosty's, grumble about a pesky save file, and to shake our fist angrily at rich celebrities (you'll see). Now, did someone say something about an enchilada?