UNBOXING BIGFOOT IT IS - EPISODE 7 - FROM THE HOWARD STERN SHOW - THE END OF 'LORI-FOOT'

Unboxing Bigfoot — a tragicomedy most strange, wherein the wild man Mark of Shaw, known to knaves and nobles as Bigfoot, is drawn forth from the misty woodlands of Vermont by decree of the great scribe and jester-king, Howard Stern. ‘Twas Stern who, with mirth and madness, did bid the beast speak, unleashing upon the realm tales of Cadillacs undone, transsexual entanglements, and lawmen befuddled by his truth-slurred tongue. And aye, 'tis true—he once did place his wandering finger upon his trusting mailman, an act sung in whispers and restraining orders alike.

Now enter our chorus: Sir Luigi Greenberg, whose appetite for cold steak is matched only by his wit; Lord KC Day, bringer of happy smoke and seeker of clarity in chaos; and the fair enchantress Lady DJ Electra, whose breasteeses shine like twin moons o’er madness. These three noble fools do brave the tale in earnest, recounting every visit, every call, every cursed court proceeding, in reverent jest. For though Bigfoot be oft taken advantage of, and oft his tale dismissed, we say unto thee: let not this legend vanish into fog. For in this tale lies madness, majesty... and a mailbox forever changed, it is.

Riley’s genius wasn’t just in his absurdity; it was his unwavering commitment to the bit. Whether he was feuding with Artie Lange over “space copyright law” or claiming his alien overlords stiffed him on royalties, he turned extraterrestrial grift into radio gold. Episodes unpack his cult-like following, nonsensical rants, and the tragicomic hubris of a man who genuinely believed he was the victim… in a feud with literal aliens.

A time capsule of Stern’s chaos era, the show lets Riley’s own words—equal parts Shakespearean soliloquy and gas station prophecy—shine. Subversive, strange, and strangely poignant, it’s the definitive autopsy of a career built on Martian tall tales.

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Now enter our chorus: Sir Luigi Greenberg, whose appetite for cold steak is matched only by his wit; Lord KC Day, bringer of happy smoke and seeker of clarity in chaos; and the fair enchantress Lady DJ Electra, whose breasteeses shine like twin moons o’er madness. These three noble fools do brave the tale in earnest, recounting every visit, every call, every cursed court proceeding, in reverent jest. For though Bigfoot be oft taken advantage of, and oft his tale dismissed, we say unto thee: let not this legend vanish into fog. For in this tale lies madness, majesty... and a mailbox forever changed, it is.