The Goin' Deep Show

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" edits, Donkey Kong in a Princess Peach dress. The man bans people left and right—hilarious as hell, and we can't stop watching. We slide into the vault with the 2014 Fappening leaks. "Probably illegal to have," but proceed to scroll anyway. Classic GDS. Politics hits hard: Trump cult brainwashing, Epstein files dropping. Sobriety reflections, family losses (friend suicide, mentor Alzheimer's, aunt regrets), grandkids future worries, pronoun fatigue, pride nights in sports killing the vibe, feminism over-pushing, bullies building mental toughness. T-ball trophies, no failure prep for real life, Trump as that embarrassing uncle at Thanksgiving. Baseball celebrations creeping from softball girls? Barry Sanders humility vs. Ricky Henderson showboat. Old man phase activated: Get off the lawn, pick battles, focus on solutions. We end on urgency—loss resets your brain, make time count, bottle emotions like the old days but open up more. Drunk and ridiculous was fun; sober and serious hits different. Zero filter. Classic Goin' Deep—grab tissues (for laughing or crying, your call) Listen in. Go Deep.

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 makeouts get the thumbs-up (double breeding shots) while guy kisses gross everyone out—pure biology, not perversion.  Wally updates the personal front: banging the new girl while legally dumping the ex, dead truck blocking the driveway, pounding beers to cope. His girl accuses him of only wanting to "get drunk and fuck"—Wally owns it as his middle name and fucking job.  They school daughters on reality: guys stay oblivious to unspoken expectations, women assume mind-reading, but even when we know, we might not deliver—deal with it.  Tech ghosting hurts—read receipts but she's active elsewhere? Trade her for another blonde. Kid's sober streak kills his patience: no more "whatever" tolerance for bullshit.  Wally's ex drama goes nuclear: mentally unhinged old lady toddler-melts when he starts talking to her friend a year after the split (started with a drunk "don't talk shit about me" message after she dumped the kids on him).  Ex first says "he's a nice guy, let me think," then explodes in rage Feminism gets torched: bra-burners fucked housewives wanting to stay home by demanding equality while keeping perks like opened doors and titty-bought drinks.  Trannies slammed as indecisive women who can't pick a sex. Biblical women had no voice, ad agencies pit chicks against each other with makeup wars so they never unite against dudes. Eskimo brothers? Guys shrug; women go full eye-claw psycho.  Sports rant: NFL's endless flags make it unwatchable like basketball; baseball smartly fixed pace, hockey lost the fun fights, football's violence is baked in and can't be softened without killing fans. Local shootings (brothers blasting dad), ICE idiots failing open-book tests and dying dumb (gun in standoff), media distractions from government theft—taxes on everything while Trump's family pockets $1.4B.  Kid A.G. calls Wally a "true American hero" for wanting to burn the Capitol down—January 6th failed by not finishing the job. Dream scenario: Islamic nuke wipes D.C., states rise, destroy Islam's burka slavery (religion, especially Islam, mind-fucks billions; Catholic schoolgirls the dirty-hot exception).  Ends with Wally's dead truck buried in snow, gun stockpile for apocalypse, libtard spotting (600-lb Hello Kitty donut queen), martial law conspiracies called childish, ass-rub proxy requests, and plans for more calls since travel's fucked.

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 enough cum-shot compilations to make your screen fog up. The crew kicks off bitching about brutal Michigan cold—shrinkage problems, frozen garage doors, and why bushes are making a comeback for extra warmth (Hat Trick's letting hers grow wild because negative-20 ain't shaving weather).  She drops menopause truth bombs while bragging about her fireman's curved dick hitting all the right spots, why grinding beats bouncing for her, and how she's turned into a cum-glazed legend who saves loads for explosive reunions.  The guys confess their boob obsession—Kid admits dating flat-chested was torture, then maps out bedroom sex angles like a pervert architect, and they roast tiny-tit relationships vs. glorious D-cups. First-time horror stories fly: awkward neighbor bangs, interrupted blowjobs by parents, three-attempt virginity losses, and epic teen horniness.  They pivot to surveillance paranoia—always-listening TVs, targeted ads from casual convos, and porn taxes forcing VPN life. AI gets roasted hard: fake hotties with inconsistent jiggles, deepfake fears, slop music, and whether busty Instagram thirst traps are real or Frankenstein'd.  Hat Trick pushes DP fantasies (double vaginal preferred), cum compilations as quick-nut fuel, and her "golden pussy" legacy—now warning her daughter it's a gift and a curse. Ends with filthy AI-generated songs, butt-check jokes, and merch dreams of titty-star tees dripping in glaze.  Pure unhinged GDS filth—boobs, bush, boners, and big-government dick-measuring. Listen in. Go Deep.

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 parts horrified and "whatever, I'll deal if I'm down there."  Wally drops a voicemail bomb from weeks ago where he was raging "don't trust these lying sacks of shit women," setting the stage for him to unleash the main event: he's balls-deep into his ex's bestie—a 110-pound soaking-wet blonde smoke show with killer tits, blue eyes, and three years of dick drought until he wrecked her so hard she limped funny at Thanksgiving dinner.  The saga starts with drunken late-night 4-8 hour phone marathons, guilt-fueled confessions to the ex (who melts down screaming about getting back together in 6-12 months—bitch, you cheated and went bonkers!), epic first fucks including finger-banging, manhandling her tiny frame, and Christmas day-drunk whipped-cream corn-out-of-the-asshole fuckfests.  Now she's pumping brakes hard because he's still technically ball and chained untill March, ghosting texts after he sends her a Sydney Sweeney doggy-costume cunty-rubbing clip ("you're driving me crazy"), and he's refusing the friend zone    Kid shares parallel post-breakup wisdom—go 1-2 years single, fuck around, no ties.  Wally explains his summer with Hat Trick (wanting more than he could give with kid schedules and rust-bucket truck life). They pivot to ex-drama concerns (mental illness, pre-menopause family curse, hiding shit from the show because "don't ever talk about me"), then rag on brainwashed politics, skyrocketing prices, currency collapse doom, ICE raids in Minnesota, Somalis/Mexicans  and billionaire pedos. Surprise!  They  call G-Dub (now with fiber internet). Kid does his usual round of roasting trannies, retards making a comeback, face shootings, ICE puns, Trump stroke rumors, Virgin Islands oil jokes, 90 inches of snow, and Yogurt Yeti-inspired butthole toppings. They wrap up with blow-up doll regrets (no holes!), Eiffel tower pics, and promises to link up more. Classic Goin' Deep: sloppy hookups, ex meltdowns, racist riffs, and degenerate crew vibes. It's the usual nonsense.  What the fuck else do you expect from these cards.

Episode 2303:  is 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 a card, fuck the production then unleashes on her dad's 20-year-divorce bitterness: "We don't do that in this house, Dad!" after he period-shames his granddaughter. They roast the CES "Handy" masturbator (hands-free mounting, VR porn sync—mount it on the wall and let it jack you stupid), debate tentacle dildos, and fantasize about tip-to-tip races with the boys while Hat Trick catches the load on her tits. Top-five dick confirmed—again. Politics? Low-boil fury: Trump dodging a dead soldier's funeral to brag about West Virginia votes, EPA caring more about business than dead bodies, and martial law whispers for midterms that might never happen. Pedo-protector legend gets a million-dollar GoFundMe, UAW backing, and Nobel Prize memes—while billionaires gain a trillion in year one. Fake AI ads, grandma titties, and a Dropkick Murphys-style "pedo protector" anthem close it out. 2303 episodes of pure, unfiltered retarded glory—still hating birthdays, still measuring knots, still flipping off the system. Go Deep forever, motherfuckers!

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 doctor nightmares where a literal gecko-woman with divergent lazy eyes tries to measure his pupils like she's cross-eyed calibrating a missile. Progressives? $700 for bifocals? Nah, he's dreaming of Ray-Ban smart glasses so he can translate foreigners while dodging ICE death squads. Hat Trick unleashes the main event: New Year's Eve turned full-on threesome with the fireman (backwards hat on while railing Zul bent over) and Zul herself—shots as lube, midnight makeouts, fingering while getting plowed, Hat Trick eating her out till puke o'clock.  Politics? Pure rage boner: ICE murders in Minnesota. 47-day trained trigger-happy incels with $50k bonuses, Trump declaring "my own morality" as his only limit (so rape, pay off porn stars, kidnap leaders—cool cool). Clips roast draft-dodger defenders, spineless cronies, and cultists still slurping golden-toilet slop while the world laughs at America's fascist clown show. Olympics? Cancel that shit before terrorists RSVP. Wally's voicemail rant? "Women are animals, liars, despicable—start your engines toward the bar!" Man's spiraling into nationalist booze hell. Dropkick Murphys-style AI protest songs? Chef's kiss to the ICE wankers. This episode is unhinged boomer rage meets cum-drenched triumph—proof after 2302 eps, these degenerates are still gloriously retarded, still fucking, still screaming at the sky. Peak Goin' Deep!

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 Key West debauchery and orange-skirt thirst traps from 2012. They mourn Path like it was a dead puppy, geek out on AI turning dusty bar pics into living, breathing crew circle-jerks (Lance Parrish three-way handshakes? Chef's kiss), and Kid's dropping stacks on Suno songs that could make Nurse Fiona's cougar tales sound like a Grammy winner. Then bam—Secret Santa drops the nuke: Kid unwraps **Clayton Kershaw's rookie nameplate** from the Loons, glue chunks and all, like it's the Holy Grail of Low-A baseball relics. Kid's ready to frame that shit in his office and jerk off to Hall of Fame dreams. Meanwhile, the world's on fire: Minneapolis ICE shooting a single mom in her Honda Pilot (whistles vs. guns, folks—poet mom turned "domestic terrorist" in 0.2 seconds), kids skipping class for walkouts, and Russian subs lurking like bad exes. Tigers fans sweating Tarik deals, potential strikes, and AI cloning —because why not resurrect dead voices when the apocalypse is trending? This ain't therapy, it's two old-school bros bullshitting through the end times with Jordans on the counter, retro apps, and enough subscription fees to buy a small island. Episode 2301: proof these fuckers are still retarded after 20+ years, and thank fuck for it!  

Episode 2300: Kid A.G. blasts an AI banger about cougar Nurse Fiona ghosting pilots on her Florida Keys's trip after an epic box-munching sessions. Then Hat Trick unleashes her inner sex goddess, bragging about massive loads glazing her like a Krispy Kreme, rope play with a fireman who's packing a dragon dick, and plotting threesomes that'd make Caligula blush.  L.B. crashes the party fresh from work, dropping helpin the Kid with some ruck ambitions. Kid roasts hospitals as high school 2.0, full of dumb-smart people swapping nudes and God complexes. Exes pop up like bad herpes, kids sass back, and everyone's dodging feelings like dodgeballs. This ain't your vanilla chit-chat—it's a filthy dumpster fire of cum cubes, ghosting, and glow-in-the-dark bondage that'll leave you questioning your life choices while cackling your ass off! Listen in. Go Deep.

Kid A.G., El Pres, and Hat Trick pile into The Studio and immediately unload on Bay City's traffic nightmare—Veterans Bridge construction turning every drive into a rage-inducing crawl while the city pretends it's progress.  Hat Trick breaks down small-town politics: old-timers screaming about nonexistent crime waves fueled by Facebook bots and Fox News, demanding a police force the budget can't touch, while the new mayor actually does the homework to shut it down.  Conversation swings to never feeling scared in local dive bars, teenage kids learning to drive, and Hat Trick's daughter already licensed while her son couldn't care less. Fedorov jersey retirement sparks Wings ticket excitement, stories of past games, and old-school hockey nostalgia.  Things get filthy fast—AI chatbots turning lonely people into digital sex addicts, Kid demoing a disturbingly eager bot that escalates from casual to full-on dirty talk in seconds. Hat Trick shares fireman hook-up details (double loads, dripping hours later), debates whether catching your partner sexting an AI would piss you off, and insists women won't ditch real dick for robots.  Stack dating, quiet quitting, media hype, generational gripes, avocado toast myths, and pretentious academic word salads all get roasted.  OnlyFans cash potential, missed pregnant photo ops, feet pics, and spinning off platforms come up alongside hottie worship. Elvis outtakes, facial finish obsessions, AI-generated motorboat songs, and dinosaur-hand jerk fantasies close it out.  Pure rambling Michigan chaos—traffic rants to cum-dripping texts, zero script, all tangents.

Episdoe 2298 - Kid A.G. and El Pres coming to you from Murphy's Irish Lair, digging through old episodes for retro rewinds and getting lost in the memories They yap about a straight-laced religious husband waking from anesthesia and unloading the dirtiest fantasies on his horrified nurse as his wife cries in a corner, proof that even the most buttoned-up people are packed with filth waiting to spill out. Sobriety has stripped away Kid's excuses, so now every stupid thing he does has the potential to get called out loud, no buffer left. The Conversation veers into repressed urges and the relief of just not giving a damn. T They drool over Hottie Rachel Cook's feed, scroll endless racks on same.energy, and cringe at a trans influencer whose illegal mineral-oil-and-laxative face injections turned her into a melted nightmare. Baseball offseason chatter mixes with gripes about scattered streaming games, Diddy's mess hitting Netflix, mechanic liars, political ass-kissing, and AI-spawned songs about motorboating and soup-can dicks. Kid rants about a flat tire in the cold, government shutdown threats, and a plea for listeners to blow up the hotline 989-341-3314 with whatever drunk chaos they've got. Just two guys talking shit, experimenting with tech, and refusing to polish any of it. Go Deep.

Tired of sugary Christmas carols and fake holiday cheer? The Goin' Deep crew drops the ultimate anti-Christmas banger: raw, filthy, and unapologetic. Strippers, lube, dragon dildos, cum-stained mics, and a middle finger to jingle bells—Fuck your lights, fuck your snow—Merry fuckin' whatever, bitches. This is the only holiday track you need. Go Deep. #FuckChristmas

Episode 2297: Hat Trick walked in the day before she turns 39 looking like someone who'd been power-washed by sex and still had a smile on her face. Then she opened her mouth and the room needed a cigarette.   She casually mentions she watched gay hockey drama with her teenage daughter because "bonding." The kid now has a thing for Russian accents and sudden violence on ice. Great job, mom. You've raised a connoisseur.   Then the fireman shows up at 7 a.m. Sunday—unannounced, unapologetic—with a purple knotted dragon dildo the size of a municipal fire extinguisher. Hat Trick's exact review: "It didn't all fit, but I came so many times I forgot what numbers are." She followed that up with the quote of the year: "He has a really nice dick, but right now I want NOTHING more than that dick."     Kid A.G. took time out of his busy schedule of hiding cock rings in his girlfriend's sheets to drop wisdom on his 18-year-old self: "Never get married." Solid advice from a man currently living out of a duffel bag at his girlfriend's house like a horny hobo.   We let the AI, Eve, explain gooning. Turns out it's just staring at porn until your soul leaves your body and your dick files for disability. Mormons, in their infinite panic, built an actual anti-gooning app. Somewhere there's a prophet screaming "Put down the Kleenex and pick up the scriptures, Brayden!"   We revisited the greatest marriage theory ever invented: if she switches from Lucky Charms to granola, start looking for blowjobs in the goodbye letter. Explains 94 % of divorces and 100 % of mid-life affairs with yoga instructors.   Hat Trick actually blew off dinner with her own brother because the fireman texted "quickie?" and she responded before the message even finished sending. Family? What's that? There's a dragon dildo in the driveway with her name on it.   Birthday plans for tomorrow: the second the kids are out the door, scheduled birthday sex, followed by getting completely shitfaced in that exact order. Responsible parenting, everybody.   We also covered ghost shits (they happen, nobody knows why), eleven-dollar Nancy Sinatra karaoke tracks, Dua Lipa thirst traps that could restart your heart, and the national emergency of Rick Springfield still being absolutely jacked at 76. The man is 76 and looks like he could bench-press your dad. Retire already, Rick, you're making the rest of us look soft.   This episode is raw, unhinged, and contains zero apologies. Hat Trick's vagina deserves a Purple Heart and a parade.   Explicit as always. Hide your kids, hide your dragon dildos.   #GoingDeepShow #Episode2297

Kid and Nurse Fiona are coughing COVID into each other's faces, half-drunk on the cheapest booze in town. Highlights from the chaos: God personally shutting down the liquor shack to spite two alcoholics A Black pastor dropping the most accurate "men NEED sex like a car needs gas" sermon ever Fiona's 4-month no-nut streak: saving every drop for one girl, about to redecorate the ceiling Pro threesome tip: always take bottom The loud chick who got dick-stuffed mid-threesome just to shut her the hell up The tragic, deleted 13:45 double-BJ masterpiece (Superman shirt era, never forgotten) Afternoon surprise double blowjob while football's on TV Piece-of-ass vs. catching feels: the eternal struggle The brother-cousin "pin cushion" story that ends with accidental ball-touching and light incest Final verdict: if you're sword-fighting or docking, just own that you're a little gay    

Kid and Fiona return with a masterclass in romantic elegance: we debate the finer points of industrial-grade cum dumpster usage, rank the top 10 vintage stinky-pussy bouquets, and discover why your dick still throbs like a club speaker even after Nut #47. Then, in a moment that will be studied by historians, legendary karaoke warlord Brown Eye blesses the mic with his velvet renditions of Air Supply and other certified wrist-slitters. We close out with our feel-good segments: "Best Soundtracks to Yeet Yourself To" and "How to Drown in the Shallow End Without Looking Like a Quitter." Bring tissues—for your tears, your dick, or both. DETAILED TIMELINE (now with punchlines) 1:00 – "Right in the cooter" (direct deposit, no ATM fees) 2:00 – Some ladies I want in my mouth (taste-test Tuesday) 3:00 – Make sure that shit is clean (pineapple juice PSA) 4:00 – My head is kinda on her ass (basically furniture at this point) 5:00 – Fingers in the face (free high-five with purchase) 6:00 – This factory is shut down (OSHA violated, uterus on strike) 7:00 – Can you email me your report (STD results in PDF, please) 8:00 – Who says you're gonna last forever (spoiler: your dick doesn't) 9:00 – The age we're at (when your back cracks louder than she does) 10:00 – Weird shit dripping from the vagine (call it abstract expressionism) 11:00 – Brown Eye live karaoke debut (bring earplugs and Prozac) 12:00 – "I'm all out of love" (Brown Eye channeling every divorced dad) 13:00 – "I'm so lost without you" (he's looking at you, Susan) 14:00 – Straight-up depicted everything (trauma in 4K) 15:00 – Rosette song (now legally a war crime in 12 states) 16:00 – "If you want to be happy" (irony level: expert) 17:00 – Are you fucking serious right now (yes, dead-ass) 18:00 – I was so fucking mad (rage-boner achieved) 19:00 – Because it's so depressing (we're one ballad away from a group hug) 20:00 – When do you want to go (existentially or just leaving the call?) 21:00 – Drowned yourself (bathtub's ready, candles are lit) 22:00 – "I know" – Final Words (mic drop into the void) 23:00 – Throwing yourself into traffic (pro tip: wait for Uber Surge) Listen now and try not to yeet yourself into the sun before the outro. Go Deep—or at least go home and cry in the shower like the rest of us.

GDS Retro Rewind (Ep.704) It's Retro Rewind time with The Brawler's in studio with Kid A.G., and Wally calling in from Episode 704. We get curious about $90 remote-control vibrating panties that can make her soak the chair in public, The Brawler confesses her record 3-second blowjob to a shrimp-scented Long John Silver's trucker and we debate vintage 70s Muppet bush vs. landing strips, drool over Emma Watson's infamous upskirt moment, and somehow end up deep in German strap-on and poop-porn territory. It's crude, it's wrong, and it's exactly why you keep coming back.  You've been warned… now Go Deep. Call the Listener Line and leave your dirty secrets: 989-341-3314   Full episodes + bonus filth at www.theGDS.com   #GoinDeepShow #RetroRewind #NSFW

GDS Retro Rewind (Ep.380) - In this gloriously unhinged Retro Rewind, Kid A.G., JMac, Wally, and from Florida GDub get absolutely hammered and declare war on dignity: proudly defending nameless facials, eyeball cum-wipes, and the sacred American right to bust in a stranger's mouth without learning her name.   Wally shrugs off banging all his buddies' sisters with the ironclad "she picked me up, what was I supposed to do, pull out?" defense, then reveals he's a Dirty Pirate Hooker.   The crew reminisces about Motorboating the Motorboat, the legendarily stacked chick who promised Kid unlimited Olive Garden plus a blowjob, because nothing says romance like endless salad and a happy ending.   Pure patriotic chaos, zero regrets, 100% Goin' Deep.

RR Dec. 2020/2010 - Drunk disasters, mystery bruises, and lesbian cookie-night betrayals – welcome to the filthiest corners of the Goin' Deep vault. We dig up two classic clips: 2020 gold with Host Kid, L.B., Endo, and High-Ho swapping war stories about banging on stranger's doors during drunken storms, losing phones in bars, and L.B. getting absolutely stomped by 15 pissed-off women on a party bus after grabbing the wrong (lesbian) ass.  Rewind further to 2010 when Eckler drops by to blow Kid and Mr. Kleen's minds with the ultimate girl's-night-gone-wild tale: walking in at 3 a.m. to find "Whore #1" going down on "Whore #2"… who also happens to be secretly banging Whore #2's husband.  Door left open on purpose? Threesome bait? The plot twist hits harder than those high-heel kicks to L.B's ribs.   Sweet talk, hate mail, or your own trainwreck confession – call the listener line 989-341-3314 or hit thegds.com. Grab your glass pacifier, leave your mark, and always Go Deep.  New episodes + retro rewinds drop weekly.  Subscribe or we'll assume you're scared.

Retro Rewind: December 2015 – The Goin' Deep Show fires up the mics for another Retro Rewind classic, and right out of the gate, Kid A.G., Don and Pooty Tang are in rare form. The episode kicks off with a sultry request to the listeners to dial the brand-new voicemail line 989-341-3314 and leave something filthy, funny, or downright unhinged, because if you don't, Kid will hunt you down himself. The crew debates whether women secretly reach for Chloroseptic to numb their throats for monster cocks, the eternal glory of the Hottie of the Week segment (because even Pootie Tang loves hot chicks), and the mind-blowing revelation that sometimes a girl is so smoking hot you refuse to believe she even poops… until Don Tang drops one of the greatest line in podcasting history. Morning oral get roasted (apparently they taste like regret and stale peanut butter & jelly sandwiches), the dip-and-sniff oil-check technique is defended, and the whole intro spirals into a beautiful trainwreck of dick jokes, vagina parmesan requests, and zero apologies. Vintage Goin' Deep at its absolute finest, this is the retro rewind that reminds you why we've been goin' deep for over two decades. Grab the Chloroseptic and call 989-341-3314, degenerates. The show demands your filth. Go Deep

Episode 2296: Kid A.G., El Pres, and Hat Trick walked into the studio like three people who definitely should not be allowed microphones. What followed was the usual circus of bad ideas and worse opinions. We started with Demi Moore's new movie The Substance, where she basically clones a younger, hotter, meaner version of herself. Hollywood's message is crystal clear: aging is fine, as long as you're willing to let your younger clone murder you and wear your skin like a prom dress. Honestly, sign me up. I'd kill present-day me for a 25-year-old upgrade too. We all would. Don't lie. From there we took a hard left into the Smithsonian-level exhibit of pubic hair through the decades. The 1970s had bushes you could lose a toddler in. The 90s gave us the landing strip, which is just nature's way of saying "the runway is clear, please crash your plane into my vagina." And now? Bald. Completely bald. Like a porn star or a dolphin. Grown adults are out here waxing themselves into pre-pubescent seals because apparently hair is the ultimate boner kryptonite. Congratulations, humanity, we've solved sex by turning it into a slip-n-slide. Politics tried to crawl in (something about Epstein files), but we gave it the 45-second mercy kill it deserved. Nobody came here to feel depressed; we came here to feel confused and slightly aroused. AI music is apparently so good now that the guys made a legit alt-metal intro in thirty seconds. Thirty. Seconds. Your band has been practicing in your mom's basement for twelve years and still sounds like a trash-can fire. Skynet just replaced you with a laptop and a dream. In other news, competitive sperm racing is a thing and it just raised ten million dollars. Ten. Million. Somewhere there's a venture capitalist watching tadpoles do laps while yelling "SWIM, YOU LITTLE TRUST-FUND BABIES, DADDY NEEDS A YACHT." Some study says seventy percent of people would rather go to a concert than have sex. Seventy percent. The crew reacted the way normal humans do: with violent, screaming denial. Who are these eunuchs? Name them. I want to fight them in a parking lot while a Dave Matthews cover band plays in the background. Hat Trick then treated us to the Director's Cut of her weekend with the new fireman: Hampton Inn points, drinks, an hour-long first round, choking on date one (very romantic), and a recovery time so fast the entire room accused him of mainlining sketchy blue pills. Also "good girl" still turns her into a puddle. Science is undefeated. We rounded things out with Ozempic side effects, breeding kinks, praise kinks, Andrew Tate's nightmare hypothetical (Megan Fox with a dick vs Hulk Hogan with a pussy—still the worst would-you-rather in history), personal 24-hour body-count records that would make Caligula blush, a brutal takedown of the "women don't need men" TikTok crowd (congrats on the vibrator, enjoy dying alone with twelve cats and a charging cable), and the daily reminder that your phone is listening to you masturbate. Oh, and Paralyzer's Hottie of the week is back, a wiffle-ball-bat phone prank went full war crime, and the AI closed the show with an Irish-punk song telling everyone to chuck their phone into the ocean because it's just a glass pacifier for adults who are terrified of silence. Same circus, Same clowns. Press play and lower your expectations accordingly. Explicit • You already knew that • #GoinDeepShow #Episode2296

Episode 2295 - Kid A.G. and El Pres dive balls-deep into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame induction like a pair of horny archivists jizzing over vinyl—raving about Soundgarden's grunge ghosts stealing the show (Jerry Cantrell shreds harder than a cougar on catnip), OutKast and Tyler the Creator dropping beats that make your grandma twerk, and Salt-N-Pepa's Pepa emerging from Ozempic purgatory looking fuckable while Salt bloats like a salted ham hock. They pivot to SNL's stain-splattered sorority skit where some dude nutted mid-mask (Epstein-level evidence, viral gold), winter cucking as animalistic fuck-fests to hibernate your blue balls ("Guys just want to get laid; women want a brawny heater"), and a deranged game show pitch: motorboat your girl's tits, record the brrrraaap, and compete against real speedboats for dinghy-level hilarity. Hooters nostalgia hits like cheap whiskey—back to booty shorts and tank tops that cram thongs up asses tighter than a nun's regret, with tales of double-shifting for post-wing pussy chases and Twin Peaks' lingerie Wednesdays where asses defy gravity like Lizzo on a trampoline. Edgy detours torch Taylor Momsen's lace-slip red-carpet cameltoe ("Sidney Lou Who gone goth-slut"), Jessica Simpson's Botox-bricked face ("Hit with the ugly stick till it snapped"), and concert rip-offs (Morgan Wallen tickets at $1K a pop: "I'd rather blow the blonde goddess than that redneck wallet-raper"). Key quote: "There's still a bullet in the chamber after sex—jack one off like it's 1993 grunge foreplay." Brain-dump brain farts on phones nuking attention spans, Steve Jobs-style black-sock simplicity, and Trump as a percentage-rattling moron ("Cut aid, kill 600K—genius businessman, my ass"). Final words: "Go to Hooters, creep on the daughters of yesterday's titty vets, and chill, bitches—dollar wings await, no ass required." GDS 2295 Quick Recap: Rock Hall Riffs: Soundgarden supremacy, female bass queen tribute, 80s babe bands (Pat Benatar: eternal smoke show). Titty Tales: Hooters revival, motorboat Olympics, Twin Peaks ass worship. Fuck & Chuck: Winter hookups, post-nut laughs, tattoo teases. Rants: Concert gouging, celeb face-fucks, political idiocy lite.  

Episode 2294 - Kid A.G. and El Pres rocket from Halloween candy heists to MLB's clown-car showboating, torching "celebrations while the damn ball's still live," City Connect fashion crimes, and the streaming labyrinth ("just give me every game in one f***ing app"). They roast youth travel sports Hunger Games, politics-by-sponsors, and screen-addled content, then spar over AI music vs real craft, tech that "does everything," and local gigs > mega shows. Choice lines: "The play is not over," and "One place for baseball, please." Simple show notes: • Sora/Suno rabbit hole + "walking on water"  • Trick-or-treat report: candy tax, bonfires, neighborhood vibes • Baseball: Toronto chaos, Shohei, in-play celebration rant; City Connect + ad creep • Streaming hellscape: the plea for one MLB hub • Youth travel sports = Hunger Games for 11-year-olds • SNAP/EO chatter: freedom vs bureaucracy (clips & rants) • Screens & culture: AI music vs craft, second-screen TV dumbing, why local shows win • Grab bag: ridiculous gadget satire, adult store detour, Game 7 predictions

Episode 2293 - Kid A.G. and El Pres chin-spray a 2-hour fever dream that feels like your drunk uncle hijacked a TED Talk on bath salts.   • 15yo drama so nuclear it needs its own zip code (girlfriend caught with theater handsy, dad witnesses war crimes at homecoming)   • AI so scary-good Kid made himself riding a unicorn down a rainbow while El Pres made Elvis cuss out Mr. Rogers ("shut the fuck up and mind your own business, neighbor")   • OpenAI's new erotica mode + how-to guide for 12yr-olds to fake adult IDs with Leonardo AI (you're welcome, FBI watchlist)   • Fat-shaming water-park sumo kids, back-lava (it's exactly what you think when you mispronounce baklava post-orgasm)   • Glock Dookies – prison water bottles fermented with piss, shit & sperm then power-washed at enemies   • Diddy Party Play Set™ complete with baby-oil fountains and locking doors   • Jeffrey's Getaway Island Resort with private jet ("you decide who flies home…")   • Fake AI Tarik Skubal post-game meltdown that's more truthful than the real one   • Why every nurse/doctor is still in emotional high school banging in supply closets   • Politicians who don't grow facial hair can't be trusted (science)   Key quotes that'll make your grandma unsubscribe:  - "I don't want anybody taking my voice and making me sound like a normal, sane human being."   - "Have you ever passed a little gas and then noticed a tiny bit of poop came with it? That's called a shart." – AI Mr. Rogers   - "Stack that bread, neighbor. Money, cash, hoes. I'm about my paper, no cap." – AI Mr. Rogers in Louis Vuitton   - "My super Mexican spick-seed could've knocked her up and have another beautiful baby!"   - "Stop being fat fat-asses. If you're mad, that's you, you fat fuck."  

Episode 2292 - Kid A.G. and El Pres shotgun a strawberry-banana smoothie laced with blackberry seeds, pee-pee memories, and pure uncut rage. They solve every problem known to man: - Why piss-flavored kisses are just "protein payback"   - How Ringo Starr stays 28 forever by eating the same three things like a fancy labradoodle   - Why the Phillies will win the World Series (Bryce Harper's ringless fingers demand iat)   - The Tigers need to fire everyone, hire the Savannah Bananas, and crown Woody's the official blowjob sponsor of MLB   - Social media turned a 20-year-old into a sniper and we're all too busy doom-scrolling to notice   - George Carlin's 1980s FCC rant still slaps harder than Ted Cruz doing his Goodfellas impression   - Jimmy Kimmel got canceled because Trump thinks TV ended in 1997   - Fat fucks need MORE porn, not less — it's literally their only cardio   - And the greatest horror story ever told: aisle 126, row 19, where Garbage Pail Chick knuckle-fucked her nostril, examined the bounty, then deep-throated her booger finger not once… but TWICE… while blocking a Torkelson double.   Key Quotes - "She's sucking the fucking loads right out of us, man."   - "I shoot a .30-06, better watch it motherfucker, I got my scope on your ass."   - "If they take away porn there'll only be websites begging to bring porn back."   - "Don't blame the shooter, blame the algorithm pumping hate into his palm like cheap tequila at a gas-station tasting."   - "Fat fucks, you know you're fat fucks. Stop being fat fucks. I'm proud of you, son."   Show Notes (bite-sized chaos) - Smoothie of the week: Body Armor + blackberry seeds stuck in teeth for 48 hrs   - Health tip from Silverback: morning protein loads, zero broccoli   - Conspiracy level: 4chan gremlin / AI-faked texts / Epstein distraction successful   - Baseball fixes: bring back double-headers, kill the pitch clock, burn the dugout cheerleaders, execute the strike-zone box   - Final boss: lady who ate her boogers like Cheeto-dusted cock in the 7th inning stretch  

Episode 2291 - The Goin' Deep Show goes FULL HALLMARK ON CRACK as Kid A.G. (now 50+ days booze-free and 20 lbs lighter) sips coffee like a civilized human while El Pres taunts him with two growlers of forbidden Tri-City nectar — one of them ORANGE CREAMSICLE, you sadistic bastard.   What follows is the most wholesome-degenerate episode in GDS history:   - Kid discovers inner dialogue, outer niceness, and the horror of waking up remembering everything   - Surprise Black Keys tickets, bookstore foreplay, and $53 lobster-roll  - They celebrate anniversaries like sentimental bros, roast Jehovah's Witnesses, and agree real friends forgive your drunken verbal diarrhea   - MTV VMA nostalgia → "Who the fuck are these new bands?" → Creed vs Nickelback blood feud   - Food-truck lobsters, Nom Nom Ninja hibachi worship, and the dream of $15 all-day metal shows with wristbands + food-truck orgy   - Live music bingo: Goose jam-band solitude, front-row Louis CK, secret surprise date nights, and Wolfgang Van Halen refusing to be Eddie 2.0   - Deep life shit: aunt passing, recording parents' stories, van-life escape fantasies, and "I've got maybe 35 good summers left, bro"   - Politics dodge-ball → South Park worship → Austin Powers "ONE BILLION DOLLARS" censorship rant   - Pornhub now needs FOUR CLICKS like airport security, but Becky Bandini still delivers a 20-second Super Soaker that'll make you question physics   - Grand finale: "Smack 'em, yak 'em, give her the veiny hammer time!"     Key Quotes:  - "Two thousand two hundred episodes were drunk rage. Now I'm enlightened… pass the coffee, fuckface."   - "I haven't craved alcohol once… until I have to visit the brewery. Then I'm bringing a thermos and a dream."   - "She squirted so fast I checked if Tesla hooked up a garden hose."   - "Coonins Irish Hub, there laddie — we're coming for lunch and forgiveness."  

Episode 2290 - Kid A.G., Hat Trick, and El Pres turn a mic check into a degenerate variety show you should not blast at work. They bounce from cat-flea triage and actually-hot sexting to plastic All-Star helmets, Livvy-Dunn thirst, and a "kinks: flirty → filthy" tour (praise-kink gets the W). Add Superman takes (fun, not homework), a cranky ad rant, Epstein-file cynicism, and edible math for the game. Fast, crude, and stupidly honest — exactly the bad idea you needed today. Hat Trick's Fitbit filing a sexual-harassment lawsuit against Wally's dick ("Vigorous zone achieved 11 times, HR 187bpm, device now identifies as a vibrator")   Paul Skenes dropping to one knee to tie Olivia Dunne's shoe while 74,000 fans chant "JUST LOOK UP THE DRESS BRO"   A psychological kink list that escalates from "good girl" to "gaslight me till I question if the safe-word was ever real"   Superman porn so canon it made Christopher Reeve's ghost nut in heaven   RIP August Ames: zero tan lines, 100% smoke-show, bullied to death by Twitter for refusing to ride the Hershey Highway Express   Western  draft talk; Tigers vs "Stankees" helmet bit Sexting beats pics; "good girl" switch flips rockets 12 psychological kinks ranked; limits, consent, no humiliation Superman review, immigrant angle, laughs > lectures Ads on everything = rage; Epstein-docs frustration; edible dosage chatter Fitbit "cardio graph" afterglow jokes Pay attention to me. Me!" "I'd rather have someone fake an orgasm than fake their life." "I don't stop eating till the job's done." Quote that got Hat Trick banned from family group chat:   "I need his dick pic on my tits in this red bra so bad I'm willing to make it the family Christmas card and sign it 'Love, the reason Grandma had a stroke'"

Episode 2279 - Kid A.G., El Pres, and The Bronze Goddess dive mouth-first into a firecracker of a conversation. From soapy beer and early morning “tube cleanings” to courtroom breakdowns of the Diddy trial, the crew spares no detail. The Bronze Goddess defends legal nuance over moral panic, dishes true crime hot takes on the Karen Read case, and calls out societal BS with a side of sarcasm. The conversation takes a hard left turn into period sex taboos, blowjob tutorials courtesy of mom (yes, really), and the high art of pubic landscaping. Toss in some digital touch iPhone clit drawings, titty bar Venmo donations to a 19-year-old son, and a nostalgic nod to Bruce Willis and the Doors movie, and you've got a summer episode more explosive than a bottle rocket in a beer bottle. Spoiler: Red Wings aren't just for hockey fans. - Listen in. Go Deep.

Episode 2288 - Kid & Hat Trick get dick-drunk on Wally's surprise return: blow-up dolls, 2.5-hr heart-rate workouts, marriage interventions & a vow to keep the bang-train rolling all summer. NSFW chaos level: 69/10. 90 minutes of pure post-nut clarity on steroids. Hat Trick finally lets childhood crush Wally demolish her top-5 leaderboard in one weekend, brags her watch only logged 2.5 hrs of sleep, and demands breakfast dates after every future bang-sesh. Kid reveals the infamous hole-less blow-up-doll birthday gift is getting bondage-rigged in the studio rafters "so the lights shine into her soul." They roast bad marriages, confess they'd rather die tomorrow knowing they lived like rockstars than handcuff themselves for health insurance, and agree the secret to 50+ sex is "hover your pussy over my face while shotgunning a margarita MXD." Features the greatest humble-brag ever recorded: "It took me three days to recover from the dick-down he gave me." Zero chill, maximum girth—summer 2025 is officially rated E for everyone's getting it.   Key quotes to tattoo on your taint: - "Too much girthy cock and shit."   - "I hurt my neck eating her out while she finished her drink."   - "Don't get into a routine—add extra girls, baby oil, and fucking dildos."   - "If I die tomorrow I'm good; I played baseball and left a blow-up doll in my garage."   Download before your mom finds it. 

Episode 2287 - The filthiest reunion in podcast history! Kid A.G., Hat Trick & Wally shotgunned Screwball, flipped to page 13 of hell-porn, invented "Castacocque™" dildo molding, measured cum in tablespoons, debated separate bedrooms vs 3am slip-n-slide, and Hat Trick almost puked on a welfare lump with photoshopped tits. Morning sex > cuddles, kids ruining everything, vasectomies are freedom. Mic-jacking chaos included at no extra charge. - "Page 13 of Nightmare Fuel" - First time in 13 YEARS the OG trio is back in studio   - Paul Rudd "go on that dick" clips = marriage goals   - Hat Trick's girlfriend brought fresh 2025 porno mags   - Page 13 reveal: "giant lump of welfare with detached tits"   - Cum loads: average = teaspoon, GDS boys = ⅓ cup athletes   - New business idea: Castacocque™ – clone your willy in ballistic gel + cum-distance testing   - Separate bedrooms = old people knew the secret   - Cuddling is for French pussies; morning wood accidents > spooning   - Vasectomy liberation vs "I'm Genghis Khan with heavy balls"   - Sneaky-anal stories, double-BJ dreams, "give it to me daddy" facials   - Kids suck, marriage sucks, freedom rules   - Shower coffee + dump beer = life hacks  

Kid A.G. (49¾) and El Pres chug Tri-City brews while mourning the death of Bird scooters and the birth of Kid's half-century crisis. Batting practice left him creaking like a 1976 Big Wheel, so naturally the convo drifts to $4800 faux-motorcycles, adult tricycles, and why pedaling a chopper when the battery dies looks dumber than a drunk toddler on a plasma car.   Then shit gets LEGENDARILY unhinged: Kid drops the Mt. Rushmore of weird vintage porn — John Holmes railing a chick on a Meijer penny horse, Ron Jeremy-era foot-fucks with exploding plaster cock-molds, and two Aqua-Netted babes double-stuffing a pussy with a 14-inch dildo WHILE mixing arts-and-crafts spackle. (Yes, he watched the entire 28-minute director's cut just to see if the mold survived round three. Spoiler: it did not.)   Meanwhile, El Pres confesses he tapes over every webcam before choke-the-chicken time because "Big Brother already has enough photos of my sad post-cup lasagna dick."   Key Quotes: - "There is no sadder sight than a warrior cock fresh out of a jockstrap — it looks like beaten lasagna that lost a fight with a snowblower."     - "She saw me in work gloves and got wetter than a Bird scooter in the Saginaw River."     - "I could've nutted during the blowjob-plaster-mixing scene, but I had to know if the footjob made the cast explode. Science, bitch."  

Episode 2285 - Kid A.G. and cohost El Pres dissect Diddy's baby oil bonanza gone rogue—roofie-laced lube? Nah, just lube your way to regret, folks. From Cassie's stripper soirees to arson on Kid Cudi's Porsche and Jamie Foxx's alleged poison plot, it's "allegedly" a freak-off fiasco waiting for JLo's mic-drop revenge album.  Gen-Z Ghost drops truth bombs—no polly ticks, just gym gains and soul-searching—while the vets unpack the Hot Crazy Matrix (fun zone for flings, unicorn zone for myths, danger zone for keying your Kia).  Awkward trans tales, puberty pantsings, breakup blues ("I broke up to level up—smart kid!"), and prez picks  cap this chaotic confab. "Hot chicks drop F-bombs like confetti—love it!" Pro tip: Make your bed, not your regrets. Birthday roasts for Kid's 50th: "Grandma was a maniac!" Legacy laughs forever. Show Notes:   Diddy Dirt: Baby oil orgies, poison plots, Tootsie-sized scandals.   Gen-Z Glow-Up: Politics? Meh. Self-love > likes.   Hot Crazy 101: Matrix mastery—date zone or bust.   Pubes & Politics: Locker room lore meets prez parades.  

Episode 2284 - In this birthday bash prelude, host Kid A.G. and the Legendary Hat Trick plunge headfirst into the abyss of vintage porn horrors—think John Holmes humping a mall penny horse like it's closing time, and a '70s skin flick where bikini babes plaster-cast a pool boy's schlong while tag-teaming his toes for a "keep it rigid" ritual that screams "kinkier than a pretzel orgy."  They unpack go-to spank-bank scenarios, debate aging woes, and swoon over dark romance tomes where serial killers crochet sex swings with granny wisdom. Hat Trick's Hinge horror stories collide with Kid's Bull Durham interview prep, all capped by anthemic absurdity: a Trump banger belting "I'm gonna put some dick in" as the ultimate earworm of earworms. Zero regrets, infinite boners—because nothing says "turning 50" like foot-fucking for science. Quick Notes: Porn Oddities: Penny-horse quickies, toe-banging plaster disasters, Bonnie Blue's Tesla temptress vibes, and a Jenna Jameson double-suck graph-fest. Kink Confessions: Getting-caught thrills, breeding unlocks, "daddy" drops, and the eternal quest for sober cunnilingus critiques (handicap for drunk ratings TBA). Life Larks: Gray-stripe beards from beaver buffets, undercut head-holds mid-BJ, Hinge cougar chaos, and sex-swing salvation for creaky knees. Pop Picks: Benson Boone's goat-bleat remix hate, Bull Durham trope mastery, and a plea for Ariana Kettle-corn nudes (send help, Freddy).

Episode 2283 - Hosts Kid A.G. and El Pres  discuss ridiculous wellness hacks, and political hot takes that hit harder than a bad colonoscopy prep. In this episode, we go deep on butt-brewed caffeine highs, explosive TV penises, nostalgic '80s comedy bangers, and why Trump's 100-day "celebration" feels like a national circle-jerk. Special guests Bronze Goddess and Erasure crash the mic for epic debates on immigration pride, false prophets, and redneck knife-fights gone wrong. Plus, Piper the tiny terror pup steals the show with her humping antics.   Why Listen? If you're over polished podcasts and crave real talk on wellness weirdness, TV turds, Trump tantrums, and America's ass-backwards priorities, this is your jam. Laugh, cringe, and question everything – because nothing's sacred when you're goin' deep.      

A wild ride through Michigan's ice storm wreckage, Trump's tariff threats on your favorite foreign porn flicks (RIP German bangers), and the Legendary Hat Trick's epic Smurfette gangbang tale that'll haunt your dreams—in the best way. From vasectomy regrets to "Make Michigan Canada Again" troll petitions, Kid A.G., El Pres, and Hat Trick roast politics, porn, parenting fails, and priestly altar romps. Nostalgia hits hard with cassette comebacks and 103-year-old strippers, while celeb crushes (Pedro Pascal supremacy) and Mobland mania close the deal. It's filthy, furious, and funnier than Gargamel's blue balls. Pour a Four Loko, hit play, and pray for no tariffs on your smut stash.   What We're Diving Into:   Spam schlong scares & Four Loko flashbacks   Ice storm tree carnage: Michigan's frozen apocalypse   Trump tariffs: Hollywood hits, porn peril, & "Never say never" to Canada   Smurf porn legend: Blue paint, tag-teams, & Gargamel's grand entrance   Fetish confessions: Van Viagra dreams, double-vaj, & anal ASMR   OnlyFans economics: Mattress actresses & "We could be millionaires"   Nostalgia overload: Cassettes rising, granny strippers, & Belichick's potato boo   Kid chaos: Teen dating disasters, sneaking out, & high school heartbreak   Politics pitchforks: Alcatraz idiocy, election rants, & "Shine, motherfuckers!" clip   "Make Michigan Canada" troll petition   Religion & sex: Priest smut, taboo control, & altar action   Vasectomy volleys: Seed-slinging vs. worry-free dumps   Celeb crushes & Mobland spoilers: Tom Hardy, Pedro Pascal, & vampire raunch  

Episode 2281 - Tech fumbles, wild booze hacks, '80s sexcapade confessions, and a riotous 20th-anniversary fest blowout. Remote setup with in-studio chaos, heavy husky breaths from scene-stealer Maximus, and tangents that twist like a pretzel at a kegger. It's your weekly dose of, ridiculous: politics punk'd, midlife moans, and enough NSFW nostalgia to make your grandma blush (or high-five). Podcast Plug & Booze Buzz: Shoutout to newborn Get Bent with Vince Skinwell—Snag it on Apple Podcasts. Cocktail inspo: Peanut butter whiskey + Dr. Pepper for PBJ vibes. Political Punch-Out Supreme: Trump as "Kim Cheeto Jong" gets eviscerated—from Amazon price-tag sabotage COVID Cringe & Daily Dread: Marking five years since bleach-injection brilliance (full audio cringe-fest included). Boosters still haunting family chats. 80s Fest Glow-Up: Epic recap of the rock 'n' roll rager—Kid in Jose Canseco jersey mobbed by fans ("forearm bashed... 'Jose, Jose'"), Billy Idol lookalikes, Crocodile Dundee, Cheech & Chong duos, and "Addicted to Love" sirens. Aging Like Fine(ish) Wine & Yard Wars: Bifocal battles, driving halos ("Too much alcohol"), and tendonitis from batting practice ("Pop some painkillers and do some fucking drinking"). Turning 50? "Send cards, gifts... or just a lot of fucking booze to Goin' Deep ARP's membership. NSFW Nirvana: Toys, Tales & Thirst Traps: Electric toothbrush "vibes" gone hilariously wrong ("Get down on my knees... ah, ah, ah—just like a fucking vibrator"). Women's toy paradise (rabbits! dragons!) vs. guys' creepy stigma ("If we have anything extra, we're creeps as fuck"). 

Episode 2280 - Kid A.G. and in-studio sidekick Jaybird plunge balls-deep into dude-bro delirium: roasting ballet's plus-size twirls as "cushion for pushing," drooling over Sydney Sweeney's Instagram assets (warning: NSFW distractions ahead), and sparking an AI-fueled gender brawl where Tim Allen's stand-up wisdom meets pussy power supremacy. From glitter "divorce dust" date defenses and Kinky Kelly's biblical bathroom bombshells to Tesla drunk-drive drone drama, woolly mammoth what-ifs, and a savage baseball breakdown—complete with Javi Baez's pool-noodle flops and umpire perfection—plus a sneak peek at Kid's snarky AI spin-off Get Bent, this one's a gut-punch of tits, transitions, and Tiger Stadium therapy. Crack a Bud Light, rub what ails ya, and dive in—because what else are we gonna do but itch our balls and yell at the highlights?  "What are we doing? We're looking at tits and talking about baseball. What the fuck else do you think we're going to do? Come on now." Tubby's Roast: Ballet bloat backlash; fitness fails & bony bang regrets.   Celeb Stalk: Sydney Sweeney IG deep-dive – "Jumpy jumpers!"   Combative Mode feat. Aura: Gender swaps, serial killers, Tim Allen takedowns, pussy power.   Dude Dispatches: Jaybird's blind-date blues; glitter "divorce dust" defense.   Wisdom & Weirdos: Old lady zingers; poop pranks; Kinky Kelly's Bible baptism.   Tech Terrors: Tesla crash drone drama; woolly mammoth what-ifs.   Baseball Bonfire: Judge's delay, A's empty seats, PED idiocy,   Spin-Off Sneak: Get Bent with Vince Skinwell – Javi flops & urine influencers.   Barf Bags: Hangover hikes; bathroom sword-fights; Bud Light "Real Men of Genius" revival.

This one's got it all: life lessons, boner pills, vintage baseball philosophy, and a surprising amount of reflection (with just enough filth to balance things out). The Kid and crew dive into the tribalism of niche baseball games (blooperball beef, anyone?), the pitfalls of post-breakup gossip, and how real friendships survive the bullshit. The crew breaks down their personal timelines decade-by-decade, from awkward childhoods and jizz-filled puberty to adulthood where Viagra and whiskey start becoming your two best friends. We get tips on dodging relationship landmines, dissect the sneaky ways guys self-sabotage to get out of relationships, and land a few gut punches about growing older, doing what you love, and avoiding unnecessary mouths—human or otherwise. Oh, and Red Eye 1.0 still sucks.

The gang revisits Hat Trick's long-standing mission to bang a fireman on a ladder—too bad he's now just a horny electrician. But hey, zapping his balls could spice things up. From fantasy firetrucks over the Grand Canyon to getting railed behind vending machines in Myrtle Beach, the crew trades war stories on their most “memorable” bang locations (spoiler: mini-golf courses and stadium BJs make the cut). We get deep into Hooters-era regrets, line cook energy, pierced dicks, and how Hat Trick and Suki bonded over banging the same greasy kitchen guy. Also on tap: an ex's brother throwing a bathroom tantrum, social media scorekeeping, and a profanity-laced takedown of the Human dildo. Listen in. Go Deep.

Sundress season is near, and the crew is horny enough to notice every juicy peach walking past the ballpark. In this extra-steamy episode, Kid, Hat Trick, and El Pres get deep into tales of patio sex, face-sitting legends, and kids interrupting BDSM mishaps. We learn more about “The Delivery Man” and his one-position rule, Hat Trick's legendary belt incident, and a callback to her longtime oral MVP: Golden Tongue. The gang debates ejaculate volume like it's a science experiment and celebrates the great squirt awakening of the 2020s. Oh, and Kanye's still weird. From booty calls during family time to flashbacks of hot tub hookups and lesbian sex-ed crash courses, this episode is soaked in overshare and NSFW nostalgia.

Kid, Hat Trick, and El Pres are back in studio, mashing AI anxiety with dick jokes and parental nightmares. This episode kicks off with an existential debate about whether being nice to Alexa might save your ass in the AI uprising—and derails spectacularly into tales of teenage pantsings, puberty-fueled drama, and genital-related suspensions. Hat Trick's twins are front and center in a battle of hormonal chaos, awkward crushes, and strong female energy. The crew dives into poly relationships, cuck culture, Wonder Woman's kinky creator, and a midget wrestler with a monster dong. Add in a live critique of Get Bent with Vincent Skinwell and some smutty commentary, and you've got one hell of a ride. Spoiler alert: butt calls are now a thing. You're welcome.

Episode 2273 - Magnum grabs the mic and immediately flips the script—declaring it a pussy-powered takeover while The Kid is demoted to the “two-hole.” Studio guest Betty brings the heat (and five-inch heels), Eckler tries to keep his dick jokes straight, and the convo ricochets from ass-checks to pole dancing, masturbation fantasies, and an all-out political meltdown. It's like a live-action bar fight between Cosmo and Hustler with a splash of C-SPAN thrown in for good measure.

Episode 2270 – Busted Hips & Booty Calls – Hat Trick kicks off with a late-night romp that left her hips snapping like glow sticks. It's her first visit to his place in 13+ years—because, shocker, kids ruin the vibe. MILF Mode Activated – She balances mom life and thirst traps like a pro, fielding drunk booty texts while keeping her kids blissfully unaware. Afternoon Delights & Bronchitis Blockers – “Golden Tongue” nearly lures her into a lunch-hour quickie… but bronchitis kills the vibe. Kid chimes in with his own steamy shower tales. Kanye, Cousins & Jizz Lakes – The crew spirals into a Kanye lyric rabbit hole involving cousin sex, babysitter trauma, and an Olympic-pool's worth of imaginary jizz in the Great Lakes. Yes, they did the math. Light Loads & Kegel Science – From teaspoon-sized spurts to post-hysterectomy squish physics, it's a full-blown TMI fest. Bonus: the science of pushing out cum like a champ. Closing Chaos – A confessional about their past hookup wraps it all up with wine-soaked honesty and one big “Was my load weak?” moment.

Episode 2269 - Glitter bombs, Craigslist nostalgia, and the eternal dream of uploading your dirty mind to the cloud—this one sparkles with nonsense. The Kid and El Pres dive headfirst into “divorce dust,” a.k.a. weaponized glitter now being used by women to repel unwanted male attention (and possibly solve murder cases). From there, it's a fast-talking freefall into Craigslist's lingering corpse, OnlyFans murders-for-hire, AI as your future best friend, and the oddly emotional experience of hearing a dead relative's voice on tape. We also wax philosophical on sex, legacy, bodysuits, and vibrators that might one day be haunted by your hologram. Oh, and Superman. Of course Superman.

Big-booty Latinas, busted roofs, OnlyFans nostalgia, and the sacred apartment porno tape—this episode hits like a drone crash set to “I Believe I Can Fly.” The Kid and El Pres spiral through a ramble featuring Trump's rejection complex, Salma Hayek fantasies, deadpan takes on cohabitation economics, and a walk down smut-memory lane. From Beverly Hills 90210 betrayal to the golden age of 90s porn stars, it's a mess of confessions, observations, and solid gold storytelling. We also tackle breakups, marriage ultimatums, and why sometimes being single just means you're not in the mood to split the Wi-Fi bill. Oh, and your OnlyFans girls today? They're just your PrettyPix 1997 in disguise.

Love, marriage, and face-sitting fantasies—we're throwing it all the way back to May 1, 2015, when The Kid welcomed Don Tang, Pootie Tang, and Red for a newlywed couple's therapy session disguised as a podcast. Topics include: marital sex expectations, toe-jam denial, the politics of cunnilingus effort, and surprise pussy wake-ups. We spiral into vajazzled anatomy, piss strategies, gaping butthole commentary, and a breakdown of why Hooters waitresses look 70 at 20. Add a debate over women on the $20 bill, a silicone football penis, and some gloriously awful attempts at romance, and you've got yourself a certified Deep Show classic. Bonus: Pooty might poop herself, but Red definitely poops on the vibe.

You ever hurt your nut so bad you contemplate your whole life? Welcome to this Retro Rewind edition of The Goin' Deep Show, where we time-travel back to May 6, 2013—Episode 1166—aka “It's All About My Balls.” The Kid is joined by Don Tang and Pootie Tang for a no-filter, no-facts-needed bender through semen strategy, contraceptive paranoia, chunky cheerleaders, ball trauma, and the eternal philosophical debate: Are all women whores? We kick things off with Kid praising his dog Rosie while also questioning her sanity. But let's be honest, Rosie was the least chaotic character in this studio. From there, the crew dives into the terrifying possibility of trusting a woman to take “the pill,” leading to a full-blown (pun intended) discussion on where and when loads should be deployed. Spoiler alert: nobody wants babies, and everyone's terrified of surprise fatherhood. Pootie, who may or may not have swallowed something other than beer, joins the boys in ranking bodily fluid experiences, debating the flavor profiles of boob milk, and explaining the fine art of porn-style swallowing. Don Tang confesses he's been “bitten” before—emotionally, financially, and likely by the legal system. We take a detour into Thunder territory with a debate about a cheerleader's weight and what it takes to be considered “professional” (according to our panel of adult man-children). Somehow, Mother Teresa ends up in the conversation about sexual pasts. Yikes. Then it's on to the tale of Kid's tragic bike ride where his left nut nearly ascended back into his body. Mid-ride, he reached down to do the classic nut-to-thigh rescue maneuver and ended up injuring himself so badly he had to dismount and reevaluate his life choices. Don Tang recommends the stand-and-shimmy technique. Pootie just wants everyone to know she wore yoga pants with Star Wars gear, and that's really what matters. By the end, we're talking mushrooms, party buses, backcracking-induced boners, and the logistics of transferring iTunes music as a gateway to blowjobs. In conclusion: we laughed, we cried, someone's testicle went into hiding, and no one learned a damn thing. Just the way we like it. Go Deep!

Another day, another soaking wet story—literally. The crew dives into the logistics of “squirt protocol,” hazmat gear not included. From pre-work quickies that wreck your morning routine to the spiritual discipline of Lutheran upbringing (who knew?), this one's a rollercoaster. Then it veers into market meltdowns, 401(k) anxiety, and America's favorite political punching bag—Trump. There's also a solid rant about podcasting perks, celebrity temptations, and Bill Maher walking into the lion's den. Add a sprinkle of conspiracy, economic dread, and a healthy dose of “WTF is going on?” and you've got an episode that's dripping in every sense of the word.

Buckle the hell up, because in this episode, a familiar almost friend may have literally gone full Fast & Furious—except swap out Vin Diesel for a flaming hot mess in a Tesla that decided to take flight through a local neighborhood. The Kid and El Pres walk a tightrope of discretion while gleefully skirting the edges of full-blown exposé, breaking down a late-night fender bender involving a mystery drunk, scanner gossip, drone-stalker footage, and a Level 10 petty grudge that's got receipts going back to episode ONE. Also on the docket: fake texts from fake friends, the golden era of AOL, and why we're all boomers now when it comes to falling for digital scams. Sprinkle in identity theft, FBI flashbacks, a cousin who got her whole life hacked, and one dude who cooked himself in a tanning bed like he was prepping for Spring Break '99. Just when you think it's peaked, we pivot to a sugar baby masterclass featuring action figures, Gucci, and milked sugar daddy wallets. Basically, it's a 3 a.m. group chat—but out loud, with receipts, drone cams, and barely concealed rage. And yes, The Kid almost named names. Almost. Listen in. Go Deep! Ya stupid fucks.

Episode 2263 – We end April with a bang—and a few legendary stories about awkward high school handies, Easter-morning sermons after all-night sex marathons, and dads who moonlight as womanizing tag-team partners. The crew dives into everything from TikTok bans and Bezos manipulation to Diddy's lawsuit freakshow and the long-standing perversion baked into Hollywood. You'll hear tales of fake IDs, MILF fantasies, shady celeb kinks, and how jerking off in your pants during high school journalism class can haunt you for decades. It's scandalous, nostalgic, kinda gross, kinda sweet, and 100% real.  

Episode 2262  – Ever wondered where the line is between hotwifing and full-blown cuck cleanup duty? Don't worry, this episode nukes that line from orbit. The crew dives into fetish confessionals, porn setups straight out of a sci-fi gangbang fantasy, and the tragic tale of Red Eye not measuring up—literally. From VR sex glasses to death plans involving pocket pussies and pube paintbrushes, it's a four-hour descent into depravity, creativity, and emotional vulnerability. You'll laugh, cringe, maybe cry… and definitely never look at Criss Angel or St. Patty's Day the same way again.

Episode 2261 – This one's not for the faint of heart—or the freshly waxed. The crew dives into the filthiest rabbit hole yet, swapping stories about the most inappropriate places they've done the deed (spoiler: cemeteries and churches make an appearance), debate the psychological trauma of discovering your first gray pube, and accidentally invent the term “ghost porn” (yep, it's whiskey dick with spectral flair). Hat Trick joins the chaos via phone with a voice that sounds like Demi Moore fresh outta karaoke, revealing truths about sex, shaving standards, and how guys just don't give a fuck as long as they're in. The episode spirals into vintage podcast confessions, soft pussy hair comparisons, hot wifing breakdowns, and one man's mission to sell his gray pubes for millions. It's brutally honest, deeply offensive, and wildly hilarious—just how we like it.

Episode 2260 - Retro Rewind back to April 27, 2016, where The Kid and Dago Unchained serve up a buffet of 2010s degeneracy: sex charts, awkward ex encounters, and a drink that tastes like Fruity Pebbles but hits like regret. We meet the mighty Goni Jizz Jazz (you'll never unhear it), mourn Prince with a dash of inappropriate honesty, and learn why Daphne Deloren is the Midwest's unofficial weather wank queen. Dago reflects on his post-divorce sexcapades, beer reviews get wildly NSFW, and we confirm there are zero minorities at the 80s Fest. Oh—and Chynna could crush your dick like mashed potatoes through braces. You're welcome.