Episode 2312 – This episode kicks off with a rant about streaming services and how watching sports has become expensive and fragmented. What used to be a simple cable setup
Episode 2311 – Kid A.G. rolls in after a family road trip looking like he barely survived the goddamn thing, yappin’ about caffeine dizziness hitting him like a cheap shot
Episode 2310 – Kid welcomes back the unstoppable duo of Hat Trick and El Pres, and what follows is 70+ minutes of zero-filter fire: roasting Attorney General Pam “Bondage” Bondi into
Episode 2309 – Kid A.G. holding court with returning Co-host Nurse Fiona storming back like a naked tornado after crushing her schoolwork for the past 48 months (she dropped 32
Episode 2308 – In this episode the crew dives balls-deep into the chaotic mess of social media bullshit—TikTok stealing your tunes like a greedy ex, Threads being the Pinterest of
Episode 2307 – Kid A.G. and Silverback kick it off with “Rampage” Jackson losing his goddamn mind over AI deepfakes: Diddy baby oil slathered all over him, Hitler mustache “Niggler”
Episode 2306: Kid and Wally unearths a bag of old flash drives stuffed with Fappening leaks and They swear naked chick cravings never die; God built men for it. Girl-on-girl
Episode 2305 – Hat Trick, El Pres, and Kid A.G., dive balls-deep into winter shrinkage, menopause gripes, epic boob worship, porn tax paranoia, AI fake-titty debates, first-time fuck stories, and
Episode 2304 – Kid AG and Wally get on the mics and yap about the resurgence of wild, untamed pubes spilling out of bikinis—old-school nasty is back, and they’re equal
Episode 2303: It’s a goddamn birthday-party-hating, period-shaming, toy-stretching, ICE-raging fever dream that makes your family reunion look like a therapy session! Hat Trick kicks off by declaring kid birthdays dead—send
Episode 2302: Kid A.G. starts by admitting he blew a blood vessel in his eye from doing something so hard (or laughing at a comedy show), then spirals into eye
Episode 2301: Kid A.G. and The Mayor JMac from Minneapolis hop on the mic for a 45-minute ramble that’s basically two middle-aged degenerates high-fiving over ancient flash drives full of
