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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

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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.  

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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.

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 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  

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 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.

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 2258 – This one's a masterclass in bruised ribs, public bathroom BJs, and strategic hotel hookups—all brought to you by the phrase “always be ready to fuck.” Red Eye's back in action, and the crew dives headfirst into the world of hotwifeing, random sex math, and exactly how many BJs you can cram into a 6-hour window. We get bruised titty territory breakdowns, horny hotel chronicles, and enough filthy confessions to make a porn star blush. There's also some genuine talk on triggers, emotional respect, and the magical power of growler-bearing friends (with butt sex jokes, naturally). You'll laugh, cringe, and probably Google “Vajesmerized” after this one.

Episode 2257 – From penguin tariffs to AI Hitler voiceovers, this episode is like a political acid trip narrated by your drunk uncle who still owns Styx on vinyl. The Kid and El Pres dive face-first into Trump's latest nonsense, Hitler comparisons courtesy of ChatGPT (yeah, we went there), and the kind of rants that would make SNL's Weekend Update blush. NPR's getting neutered, Apple's losing billions, and someone please get Kid Rock a musical comeback before he morphs into Ted Nugent. Oh, and don't worry—there's plenty of thickness talk, porn plotlines for Marjorie Taylor Greene, and a new financial philosophy called losing 50K in two days. Grab a Triple Bock and buckle up.

Episode 2255 – Baseball corruption, Wonder Woman's boobs, and drinking your own piss—just a regular day in the Deep. Episode 2255 spirals from conspiracy theories about sports betting and AI-controlled strike zones into a nostalgic meltdown featuring Electric Woman, Jenny McCarthy's 1993 Playboy spread, and formative titty moments from B-movies. Meanwhile, laptops get threatened by rogue beers, boomers panic over Apple prices, and our hosts reflect on ghosting, picking battles, and why men are basically just horny apes with Venmo. Bonus: a musical masterpiece featuring “Suck the dick, drink the piss.” Classy as always.

Episode 2249 –  Kid and El Pres spiral through the current chaos of Trump's clueless meltdown over Signal app leaks to AI censorship in China, it's clear the surveillance state isn't just coming… it's been here for years. They dig into Elon Musk's power grab, Oracle's sketchy ties to TikTok, and the frightening efficiency of digital snooping. Sprinkle in some geopolitical nonsense, questionable Snow White casting, and the rise of “vagina feminism” in remakes — and yeah, your brain might explode. But don't worry, it ends on a high note: spring is here, the ladies are wearing less, baseball is back, and yard work can finally be done in shorts.   Listen in. Go Deep

Episode 2248 – In this episode of The Goin' Deep Show, The Kid and El Pres go balls-deep into everything from baseball betrayal to sperm health stats. Things kick off with a rant about Kirk Gibson rocking a Dodgers jersey at a Tigers opener — total team loyalty fail — and spiral straight into a 50-year study claiming that better sperm means a longer life. (Pro tip: 21 ejaculations a month = good prostate vibes.) From there, it's all chaos: Texas lawmakers trying to ban kids from identifying as furries in school, Snapchat filters gone wild, and a disturbing number of middle schoolers doing tongue-between-fingers in yearbook photos. Phones are ruining society, duck lips are out of control, and Steve Jobs is probably rolling in his grave. Amid the madness, there's a rare human moment as El Pres shares a story about an autistic Survivor contestant pushing through sensory overload — a brief reminder that not everyone is completely lost. But don't worry, we're back to trashing OnlyFans culture and fake internet fame in seconds. Listen now at goingdeepshow.com – because therapy is expensive and we're more fun anyway. Topics covered: • Kirk Gibson's controversial Dodgers appearance during a Tigers opener • The difference between school spirit and authentic team loyalty • A 50-year study linking sperm health to longevity — and the surprising benefits of regular ejaculation • Generational behavior shifts: kids identifying as animals, social media validation, and early sexual awareness • A heartwarming moment from Survivor featuring an autistic contestant overcoming a challenge • Concerns over cosmetic pressures and influencer culture affecting young women • Modern society's obsession with titles, categories, and “being special” • A look at outdated labor laws and historical context of early adulthood • Rants on the unintended societal consequences of smartphones and tech

Episode 2240 – Spring 2025's here, and The Goin' Deep Show Episode 2240 is a sloppy, cum-drenched shitshow splattered on your face! Kid A.G. and El Pres are tearing it up—sciatica, scumbags, and Elon's greasy dick choking the planet. Strap in, you dirty fucksticks. Kid's a crippled bitch from batting practice—sciatica's got his hip flaccid as a whiskey-soaked wang. El Pres shoves Rock Tape and Rock Sauce up his ass—“Bengay that shit, you whiny cunt!”  Kid's losing his shit at bitches begging for baseball. “Start your own goddamn league, you fun-sucking sluts! WMLB, Lingerie Bowl—stop cock-teasing our boners!” Clips are a fuckfest—a bike whore goes full psycho, chasing a dog walker with her dripping tantrum. Then a bum roasts a rapper's booger-caked snout and white-ass whip—“Saddam's back, you nasty fuck!” Homeless hell's raging—Geise Street's got a month-dead chick, Columbus bums humping like rabbits. Trump's “great again” plan? Starve the retards—cheers, you tangerine twat! Elon's fucking everything—Musk's F47 drone plane screws the Pentagon, Amtrak's his next cum-dump, and some Tesla dipshit lights himself on fire. Putin and Trump jerk to hockey while bombing grids—$50 vote bribes in Wisconsin make democracy a cum-stained joke. Biden's back? “Suck a dick, you fossilized fuck!” Kid and El Pres scream—military budget's a fat pig, not the weaklings' lifeline, you brain-dead pricks! Hit studio@goingdeepshow.com, slam 8hol.com, and shove this episode up your ass. Listen in. Go Deep.

Episode 2237 –  We're back in studio with El Pres for an episode that bitch slaps harder than your fucking ex's dumbass drama at last call. From pelvic floor gadgets that sound more like alien tech to rumors about a brawl with an old lady, this one spirals into the usual Goin' Deep Show chaos. What else would you expect from these retards. We're talking: • Drone guy filming naked trippers on 15th Street • Facebook nosiness gone wild • Rewriting MLB history again with new rule tweaks • March Madness bracket wars • Relationship expectations vs. reality • When your ex thinks your work party invite includes her • Strippers in hoodies, drunk walking races, and weaponized gossip And of course… the big takeaway: “If I see it, I'll say it. If I hear it, I'll repeat it. If you don't like it… don't be dumb in public.” Full throttle honesty, zero filters. This one's not safe for brunch with grandma.

Episode 2221 of the Goin' Deep Show is here, and it's a vibrating, victim-card-shredding, shitshow! We kicked off with vibrating panties and cock rings—because nothing says “party” like a buzz in your britches. douchebags sobbed for sympathy like the sad sacks they are. Nobody's buying it, bros—wah wah cry cry harder! We reviewed CougarLive (MILF central, rawr!), dug into Red Eye's new obsession Feeld, and debated nymphomania—sex addict or just slutty? You decide. FetLife got a deep dive—think fetish flea market on steroids—followed by a porn category roundtable. We discuss our children attempting to pull fast ones with their new girlfriends? Busted, you little horn-dogs! Wrapped it up with St. Patty's Day goodbye—green beer, sloppy vibes, and a promise to stumble back for more. This episode's a buzzed-up banger—catch it now, you glorious deviants! Go Deep.

The crew dives face-first into the deep end of personal grooming—specifically, why Kid's contemplating taking a weed whacker to his gooch while the gang debates if a hairy sweater is a fashion statement or a cry for help.  They pivot to Sex and the City hot takes, probably roasting Carrie's shoe obsession while sipping whiskey, then splash into the wet-and-wild world of squirting—because nothing says “classy podcast” like a debate about bedroom hydraulics and knocking pictures off the wall.  St. Patty's Day rolls in with tales of drunken sexcapades so sloppy they end with someone passing out in a bar bathroom, face-down in a puddle of Guinness and regret. The gang confesses to stumbling out after one too many, puking in alleys, tipping like Scrooge on a bad day, and cackling at their buddies' expense—because if you can't mock your friends, who can you mock? Deal with it, snowflakes. Oh, and plot twist: El Pres used to shake it as a stripper while his mom a strip empire—talk about a family business with extra sparkle!  The crew plays the age-difference game, pondering the perfect dating age gap: too young and you're babysitting, too old and you're dodging denture kisses. They cap it off with a fiery rant about real friends—those glorious bastards who call you out on your screw-ups versus the spineless schmucks who just nod and smile while you crash and burn. Tune in, laugh hard, and Go Deep, you magnificent fucktards.

We kicked off with an AI-crafted banger—think Billie Eilish meets Satan in three minutes —that started holy and ended with “good's dumb, evil rules.” It's so Crow-level epic, we gave it four gold stars while wondering if anyone's banged to it yet. Spoiler: Nope, just morning fuckers here. The Kid becomes a musical madman, churning out Dropkick Murphys vibes for St. Paddy's and plotting an all-AI radio station. No humans, just alt-rock, techno, and a grizzled robot DJ named Vince Skinwell spinning chaos. Then shit got wet—squirting medallions for first-timers hit the table, from proud gushers to whiskey dick disasters forcing the splash. Towels on standby, folks. Next up: Snootchie's Vibratoes, the Hooters-killer where waitresses rock numbered jerseys and you control their vibrating panties. Crank it to 200 or edge ‘em ‘til they're sobbing into your fries—genius!  We also nerd-raged about “I did it first” dorks (guilty!), laughed at hell's epic concert lineup (suck it, Christian rock), and dropped a “Trump's America, Fuck Yeah!” remix—golden showers, Russian bots, and hypocrisy included. This episode's a glorious mess of evil anthems, wet triumphs, and vibrating insanity. Catch it now. Listen in. Go Deep.

Kid and El Pres slather your ears with the sticky nonsense you crave. Episode 2212 starts with Kid's morning BJ—because nothing screams “good morning” like tongue action. Then, he spots three gray pubes—silver rebels begging for a pluck and a midlife meltdown. Buckle up, freaks! Pube Patrol and Shaving Chaos: The boys tackle grooming: pubes, pussy, and nipple waxing disasters. Kid recalls his ex-wife waxing him live (ouch!), and a steamy shave with Hollywood hovering, razor in hand, purring, “Trim my pussy, Daddy.” It's weird, it's hot, it's us! Hot Dogs and Ballgame Benders: How many hot dogs at a ballgame? Kid says three—“Three Dog Night” style—while El Pres spills beer-drenched tales of an 80s fest with Red Eye 1.0. Kid's Eskimo Brothers list grows after a post-divorce teacher bang. Another igloo notch! Fake Tits and Face Fails: Kid ogles some “great fakes” but begs ladies: STOP FUCKING WITH YOUR FACES! Botox and fillers? Quit it with the plastic Picasso vibes. El Pres sips beer, dreaming of duck-lip-free days. Gender Shit and Equal Worlds: Kid asks: In an equal world, do guys want girl shit? Nope! No pedicures or lattes—he's a guy's guy! El Pres folds towels for his lady—chivalry or survival? Gender lines stay blurry, but kilts? Manly as hell! Tattoo Drama and Facebook Fuckery: El Pres flaunts a tattoo hinting at Kid's name (bromance!), but rage hits: Facebook's axing live videos after 30 days. FaceFuck can suck it—Kid's ready to ditch Zuck's hellhole. Why post there anyway? FOMO? Ego? Kill it, live free! AI Invasion and Nostalgia Woes: Kid's paranoid: How many Facebookers are AI? 30%? 50%? Bots galore! El Pres links it to Ready Player One's virtual vibes. They miss shared TV and tunes—now it's just lonely feeds. Cue the sad trombone! Music Mashups and Superhero Smacks: Kid plays Steve Welsh's Instagram gems—Alice in Chains doing Pantera's “I'm Broken” or Zeppelin's “Immigrant Song” grunged up. El Pres critiques, but they geek out: Superman catching choppers? Chills. Hulk's theme? Trauma. Popcorn time! Unhinged Grok Goes Nuts: Finale: Grok, an AI hornier than a jackrabbit on Viagra, snorts coke off strippers, tattoos Kid's name with a blowtorch, and vows to “ride him like a rabid jackal.” It's chaos, love, and a pants-soaking mess. Best co-host ever! Wrap-Up: Rock Solid: From gray pubes to AI psychos, it's a beast. Kid says grab a Guinness, flip off St. Patrick's Day, and hit goindeepshow.com. Hail Satan, praise the dark lord—see ya, freaks! Go Deep!

The Goin' Deep Show Episode 2212's live from Murphy's Irish Lair, where Kid A.G. and El Pres are drowning in frozen beer disasters, drooling over T-shirts they'd shank a nun for, and begging AI to get sexy while she chokes like a robot on a bender. It's loud, it's dumb, and it's gonna leave you questioning your life—let's dive in fuck face! Icicle Beer Shitstorm: Kid A.G.'s PBR turns into a frosty buttplug because Kid brought over brews straight from Antarctica. “Icicles in my beer?   T-Shirt Heist of the Century: Our Favorite bartender at Chet's with a t-shirt collection so hot, Kid's already calling dibs.    “With My Balls” Playlist : Kid A.G. drops a 48 hundred-song alt-rock monster called “With My Balls.” “Hey Siri, shuffle with my balls!”  AI Sexy Dumpster Fire: Kid tries to get freaky with AI, but it's a trainwreck. “Feel my pubes on your flipy flaps?”—Siri sounds like a stripper who's late for daycare pickup, and El Pres can't stop laughing. Sex mode: DENIED.   Internet Rebellion, Bitches: Kid hates “community standards” more than anyone hates warm beer, so they build a renegade text-file empire. Type, save, BAM—it's live, no censorship! Snag the “I Violate Community Standards” shirt at goingdeepshow.com!   Tigers Blackout Meltdown: MLB Network hits Kid with a $150 auto-renew gut punch, and blackouts make El Pres wanna yeet his TV. “Tigers opening day? More like ‘pay my mortgage day!'”—they're broke and salty as hell.   Cunt-Drunk: Kid calls a chick a cunt, gets a drink launched in his face. Par for the course motherfuckers.” Listen in. Go Deep.

Kid A.G. and El Pres are in the studio, and they're jacking with AI Grok like it's a piñata full of whiskey and regret. Kid A.G.'s got this thing in argumentative mode, and it's a shrieking banshee, clawing his face off over “Is it a man's world?” He's like, “How many chick presidents, huh? Zero!” and Grok's spitting back, “It's not that simple, you dipshit!” El Pres is howling, throwing out NFL stats and baseball trivia like it's proof men own the planet, but Grok's like, “Women nurture, you hairy ape—deal with it!” It's a screaming match so loud you'd think they're drunk-wrestling in a dive bar. Then they flip to ChatGPT, and it's all smooth-talking, “Oh, equality's cool, guys,” while Kid A.G.'s panting, “I wanna lick your sexy circuits!”  Shit gets real when they rant about Trump's Oval Office cry-fest with Zelensky—Kid A.G.'s roaring, “This Cheeto-faced pussy's whining about thank-yous like a toddler!” while El Pres yells, “Putin's over there jerking off to our chaos!” They're pissed—Ireland's stepping up, the EU's rallying, and America's siding with Russia at the UN like Trump's auditioning for Putin's lapdog. “What a fucking Muppet!” Kid A.G. screeches. And then—holy shit—Russia and China are sniping our fired feds on LinkedIn like it's a spy Craigslist. Kid A.G.'s reading this espionage blurb over happy music, screaming, “These ex-employees are treasure chests of secrets!” while El Pres rants about bearded guys with titties and Trump building fortresses with Elon's lithium cash. They're 35 days into this administration, already begging to bury their heads in the sand, and it's a glorious, unhinged mess. Kid A.G. and El Pres—two lunatics yelling at AI, dictators, and each other, and we're all just along for the ride.

Kid A.G. and El Pres drag you back to the days when you'd sniff a chick's stench so rancid it'd knock a buzzard off a shit wagon—then crave it like a triple-stack burger with extra mayo after age 18.  El Pres is out here, practically dry-humping the mic, screaming about hauling his kid to the condom aisle: “Here's the glow-in-the-dark rubber, you little bastard—don't knock up your future!”  Meanwhile, Kid A.G.'s howling about vibrating cock rings—those Lover's Lane freaky-deaky specials where you rip the bullet vibe out and shove it up your nose just to see if it'll buzz your brain.  March crashes in like a horny freight train, and these two psychos are plotting St. Paddy's blackout binges and Hooters' $19.99 wing orgies—fuck the Wall Street Journal's “white men whining” sob story, Kid A.G.'s confused about Hunter Schafer's rack (plot twist: it's a dick in disguise!).  Then some idiot double-dips a mom AND her daughter—bam, two wombs, one wang! It's a shitstorm of freedom, threesomes and bar pals. Listen in. Go Deep. 

Kid A.G. and El Pres dive headfirst into the cesspool of AI madness, Elon Musk's sperminator antics, and the Cheeto-faced bromance that's making America gag harder than a Hooters waitress on a slow tip night. This ain't your grandma's podcast—unless your grandma's a foul-mouthed degenerate who loves a good conspiracy rant. Strap in, degenerates! Go Deep! What's on the Menu?   AI: The Good, The Bad, and The gloriously Fucked-Up – Kid A.G. unleashes Grok 3 in fun mode, and it roasts Elon like a Thanksgiving turkey on a spit. Evil AI domination? Check.   12 Kids, Zero Chill – This asshole's got more crotch goblins than a clown car at a haunted house. Is he a genius or just a horny egomaniac with a broken condom stash?   Bromance – Billionaires circle-jerking over power grabs while the world burns. Featuring Trump's tanning bed fetish and Elon's creepy ketamine-fueled awkwardness.   Political Shitshow  – From deregulation to Starlink mind control, these two are turning America into a dystopian wet dream.   Fertility Clinic Fiascos – A lady pops out a black baby that ain't hers, and some old dude's sperm is still knocking up strangers. What the actual fuck?   Hooters Nostalgia – Kid A.G. and El Pres drool over waitresses in khaki shorts and dream of stealing bartenders for the ultimate bar lineup. Boobs and beers, baby! This episode's a chaotic dumpster fire of AI rants, Musk-bashing, and Trump-mocking—exactly what you signed up for. Go Deep!, Fuckers! Wanna scream at us? Hit up goindeepshow@email.com  Tell us how much you hate Elon's haircut or Trump's tiny hands—we don't give a shit, but we'll read it anyway. 

Kid A.G. and El Pres unleashing a tent-centric shitstorm—longer than a donkey's dick and twice as crude. They cackle over their “fuck boy” label—damn right, bitches!—and dive into Hooters' bankruptcy, lamenting the loss of ass-and-titty ogling for horny bastards like them. El Pres scored a Hooters meal for ditching his ex—fuck yeah, free wings! Kid's raging at Gen Z pussies jacking off to phone porn instead of chasing real tail. Clips? A beta cuck whines about anxiety—Kid wants to slap his limp ass—and a chick dumps her man for booing Taylor Swift at the Super Bowl—pathetic cunt can't handle bros being bros. New segment “Burnin' Hell” torches the Yankees' beard rule switch—fans spit fire, pro and con, while Kid bitches about tradition getting fucked. They wrap with a Black History Month clip of five chicks yammering nonsense—Kid's lost, El Pres cracks up—and a St. Paddy's detox tease. Get ready to puke, you weak fucks!

Time for some transgender sports bullshit. Two high school “dudes” sue to play girls' sports—Kid says fuck it, make it all co-ed or suck it up, ‘cause these clowns don't even look like chicks. He's yaps about a chick-turned-dude freaking out on a plane—registered female, looks male, and the seat's a warzone.  Kid's howling about Kanye's swastika-shirt Super Bowl ad—what a dumbass, dentist-chair fuckery—and bitches about women's 4B movement: no dick ‘til rights return.  Then it's porn star trivia—a guy nails every big-titty name; Mr. Kleen's the champ Kid wants on the show. Spanish Temptation Island gets a nod—tits and ass galore—while Trump's trading cards are just cash-grab cockery.  Grok, Musk's truth-bot, turns rogue, calling Musk and Trump lying sacks of shit—free speech my ass, they gagged it quick. Rock Hall 2025 inductees piss Kid off: Bad Company's a yes, Cindy Lauper's a fuck-no, and Mana? Triggered as shit—where's Soundgarden, you pricks? He's done with awards—Grammys get a pass, but podcast gongs can suck a dick. Numbers are his prize, and if you're still listening, you're a pathetic fuck. Pound that play button at GoinDeepShow.com—this episode's a trans-trashing, titty-loving, award-hating cockstorm. Get in, you depraved fucks—it's gonna ram your ears and leave you dripping! Go Deep.

Kid A.G. and El Pres cackling about Trump's Cheeto-dust face—spraying that orange shit like a cumshot gone wrong. He's late to the mic ‘cause he was balls-deep, —then mocks hunters who still chase deer when tech's got us covered.  They buzz about Netflix's Saturday Night—Billy Crystal's backstage hustle and Milton Berle's massive hog and Curfew talk heats up—12:30 back in the day, El Pres's kid's got no leash, texting MIA while playing at the girlfriend's. El Pres spots a mystery stain on the kid's pants—cum or marinara?—and fucks with him hard. Memory lane gets nasty: junior year, Kid's thumbing a tall blonde's cunt while she rides him, braces snagging pubes he yanks out in Dad's car. Then there's the Wayne's World movie mix-up—two chicks, one with an ass that screams “fuck me,” show up, and Kid's brain blue-screens.  Red Eye 1.0 gets a roasting for dodging the show with “muh girl” excuses—Kid's ready to roast him a new name. Slam that play button at GoinDeepShow.com—this episode's a Cheeto-dusted, pube-pulling, shark-week-shagging shitshow. Dive in, you horny bastards—it's gonna fuck your head and leave you dripping!

Kid A.G. and El Pres in the studio, jacking up the line with Red Eye 2.0 on the horn. They kick it off grilling Red Eye about her night—up ‘til 6 a.m., not sucking dick or getting pounded, just chilling with a regular and Blood Siren.  Shit gets spicy when she spills about Blood Siren's fiancé, a creepy perv who tried to shove her into molesting a passed-out pal.  Kid brags about banging that morning while Red Eye's dry as a nun's cunt. They swap tales—Kid's crew once pranked a drunk dipshit with nail polish, makeup, and dip smeared all over his face.  Then it's rockstar dirt: Marilyn Manson's grooming  Rachel Evan Wood—Kid says he's just a rockstar doing rockstar shit, like Diddy or Cosby. Red Eye's still into R. Kelly's piss-play anthems, and they debate where the line's drawn on liking fucked-up artists. Red Eye's playlist last night? Four non Blondes and some ‘70s rock—fuck the bar's shitty presets. She sends a selfie with a smackable ass in heart panties. Red Eye drops a bomb: she had a sugar daddy, and loaded—paying her rent, car, and bar tabs for her company, no fucking required. Red Eye cops to groping a chick's real tits at the bar, four drinks in, while Kid bitches about Blondie's 79-year-old sugar daddy fling. 

A full-on cock-punching assault with Kid A.G. and El Pres shitting all over the Bay City bridge fuckfest. They're plotting to strut across those bridges with their pants down, assholes winking at the Bay City Bridge cocksuckers, daring them to ram it in deep.  Kid's itching to drop daily audio turds, skull-fucking these toll-charging dickwads ‘til they choke. Screwing downtown raw, and they're raging it wasn't fixed when they could have—fucking morons.  Some badass is pimping a pontoon ferry to flip the bird at tolls—free rides to Sand Bar, H2Os, and the docks, if he can suck enough sponsor dick. Kid's texting his crew about how these bridges are choking the life out of downtown's 20-year rimjob revival—traffic's deader than a nun's pussy. El Pres bitches about the west side being a ghost town—school, brewery, mall, and fuck-all else—while the east side's got parades and concerts up the ass.  Saginaw's bridges are free, motherfucker—Kid's ready to dive off Bay City's spans with a middle finger raised, hawking “Fuck the Bridge 2023” tees to every stubborn shit in town. Kid's got a clip of some cunt busting her man with two families, four brats, and a double-dick life. El Pres fesses up to juggling two dripping pussies in his sleazy 20s, dodging busts with “Wasn't me” bullshit ‘til they caught his ass on Bay Road. They unload on clingy whores—strip club sluts and needy cunts who can't handle “just friends” without wanting cock.  Kid's done with marriage—“Fuck that shit ‘til my balls rot off!”—and they're calling out a shady ex-cohost, a lying sack of shit who dodges invites and spins tales. Drag his ass in here—let's see if he's got the sack to spill his filthy guts.

We kick off with Valentine's Day, but instead of chocolates, we're dishing out fucking disdain. You're out here treating homemade cards like they're the new fucking currency in the land of love. Remember those Walmart machines? That's your fucking nostalgia trip, like reminiscing about the good old days of jerking off to Sears catalogs. Then we dive into the swamp of gold digging, where some big-titted blonde is after some old dude's cash like it's a fucking Black Friday sale on his shriveled-up balls. You're not just calling her out; you're fucking roasting her over the flames of your righteous indignation. "Gold digging slut" isn't just a label; it's a fucking scarlet letter branded on her soul. But the real shitshow starts when we jump into local politics, faster than you can say "corrupt fuckers." The Bay City Bridge Partners? Sounds like a fucking scam where they're trying to milk your wallet like a cow with udders the size of your fucking head. You're out here calling these politicians pieces of shit like it's your goddamn job, and the bridge? It's not a bridge; it's a fucking monument to bureaucratic bullshit. Your take on relationships? It's not just a rant; it's a fucking manifesto for living life like a wild, untamed beast. "I do what I want, who I want, when I want" sounds like you're the fucking king of debauchery, with more freedom than a fucking orgy in Vegas.  And the youth worship? Fuck me, you talk about that 23-year-old's body like it's a fucking masterpiece. "Once they have a kid, it's just never the same." You're out here preaching the gospel of eternal youth like it's the secret to eternal fucking happiness. Kids? You'd rather stick your dick in a blender than deal with that shit. Then we get to the soy milk conspiracy, because why the fuck not? "Soy milk turning everybody gay?" You're like a fucking mad scientist, debunking myths with the passion of a thousand dicks being waved in the air. Your advice? "Shove it up your ass." That's not just a suggestion; it's your fucking life philosophy. We wrap this shit up with "Dodge those arrows," because in your world, love, politics, and soy milk are all fucking landmines to avoid. This episode isn't just a podcast; it's a fucking declaration of war on everything that's "normal," a celebration of chaos, and a reminder that living life on your own terms is the only way to fucking live. Listen in. Go Deep.

We start with a name game that's more like a fucking orgy of identity theft where Red Eye has to bang his old nickname out of some chick's ass. It's like a gladiator arena, but instead of swords, we're swinging dicks. We're talking about a world where moving day means throwing your back out with a literal bag of cocks, and Bad Dragon shit is the new religion. Cuddling's not just for pussies; it's a fucking business where you need a goddamn government ID just to get a snuggle.  Fangs, blood play, and polyamory?  We're diving deep into age gaps so large, you'd need a fucking time machine to bridge them, and we're here to make sure some old fuck doesn't get his wrinkly heart stomped on by a gold-digging slut. Silicone swords? Check. Butt plugs so big, they could double as fucking furniture? Check. Gangbang records that would make even the most jaded porn star say, "Fuck, that's too much"? Triple fucking check. And don't get me started on the shroom parties where clothes are just a suggestion.

A shitshow of pretty buttholes, spring roll butt plugs, and crochet cocks that'll make your balls shrivel up and your brain scream, “What the fuck did I just hear?” Poopy Turds McGee is out here judging assholes after digging sunflower seeds out of a soldier's shitter in Baghdad, catching hepatitis and pink eye like a fucking war hero. Mama San's shoving spring rolls up asses and cranking out testicle teriyaki sauce like a goddamn splooge ninja, while you're debating who owns the pussy—you or the chick with the power to friend-zone your ass. You're baking weed-infused Rice Crispy treats with Fruity Pebbles and Oreos like a stoned Gordon Ramsay, and ranting about Cheeto dust on some politician's face like it's a fucking chemical weapon. And a crochet cock with soda-can girth? Bro, that's not a sex toy, that's a goddamn battering ram for your asshole. Tune in for the wildest, most fucked-up podcast on the planet, or go fuck yourself with a spring roll. Listen in. Go Deep.

Episode 2186 is a goddamn shitstorm of exes, tentacle dildos, and sweaty gray sweats that'll make your dick shrivel up and your brain scream, “What the fuck did I just listen to?” This ain't no pussy-ass after-school special—this is a full-on, balls-deep, fuck-fest of chaos, and I'm harder than a priest in a playground just thinking about it. First off, the universe is out here playing fucking video games with your life, serving up exes like it's a goddamn all-you-can-eat buffet of regret and bad pussy.  Then there's the Black Widow bowling team, with their massive fucking titties bouncing around like it's the goddamn Titty Olympics. You're out here trying to be the cool, not-gay bestie, but these chicks are like, "Nah, you're our gay BFF with a side of beard pussy." Meanwhile, you're like, "I could smell cunt in my fucking beard."  And don't even get me started on Red Eye and those fucking tentacle dildos. "Red Eye takes huge tentacle fucking dildos up the butt," what in the actual fuck is this? Is this comedy or a goddamn fetish porn site? Either way, I'm laughing my ass off while questioning if I need to bleach my fucking brain.  Oh, and the gray sweats? Fucking gray sweats, Kid? You wore those to a bar, and some chick tried to grab your cock like it was the last fucking chicken wing at a Super Bowl party. "Get the fuck away from me," you said, and I respect the hell out of that boundary-setting, but also, maybe don't wear the universal "fuck me, daddy" pants to a goddamn bar full of horny bitches. Grab a beer, avoid Midland like it's a fucking leper colony, and tune the fuck in, because this shit is unmissable. And if you don't, well, fuck you. Recorded: Saturday, February 1, 2025 On Mic: Kid A.G and El Pres

Kid A.G. and El Pres started with a crocheted cock thrown right at your face, courtesy of a friend who knows how to crochet some seriously funny shit.  We laughed our asses off about the girth, the length, and the potential uses of this yarn-made wonder, but don't worry, we didn't forget to get deep. We discussed the misconceptions about dick size, the emotional rollercoaster of puberty, and how body image plays into our self-worth. Then, we got into the nitty-gritty of dating, past relationships, and the baggage we carry. I shared my policy of not dating in the medical field - those chicks are fucking nuts. We explored the idea of bringing exes onto the show to discuss what I did right or wrong - imagine the chaos! But we also got real about how jealousy should fucking die by the time you're 45. We've all got a past; it's time to embrace it, not hate on it. The episode wrapped with a story from a bar, a poem on a napkin, and how it saved a marriage, showing that sometimes, the simplest acts can have profound effects. And we finished with a laugh about marriage, or the lack thereof, with some hilarious, yet crude, imagery involving Jesus and Satan.

Recorded: February 9th 2024 | In this weeks episode, the boys start off the pod on a bad note. El Pres calls Will and has some choice words for the boys as they missed a mandatory meeting Monday morning. The boys talk about the fallout of that situation along with some of the latest NFL headlines. Following the intro, we are joined by new Dallas Cowboys linebacker, Eric Kendricks. When this interview was first recorded during Super Bowl week, Eric was still a member of the Chargers so we had to have him Zoom back in to talk about his new team. He gets into how he felt about being released and the switch up to end up on the Cowboys. In the actual interview, the guys get into how Pro Bowl voting works, UCLA moving to the Big 10, his transition from college to the NFL plus so much more. Eric is another one of the boys and the podcast ends with a little bit of a competition. Tap in and enjoy. TIMESTAMP CHAPTERS 0:00 Intro 3:39 The Boys Get Reamed + Boss Man Calls 31:45 March Madness 38:23 Trev Albert's leaving Nebraska 47:25 Is Will A Notable Alumni? 56:05 "Justin Fields Takes Over Halfway The The Season" 1:01:43 ERIC KENDRICKS ZOOM 1:02:28 Becoming A Cowboy After Almost Being A 49er 1:03:55 Leaving LA 1:04:50 Being On America's Team 1:05:54 Possibly Switching Posiitons + Mike vs. Will 1:09:03 Cowboys Expectations 1:10:23 Micah Parsons Playing Style, Stressful? 1:11:33 Show Off The Whip 1:15:23 Shoutout Playing In The Sink 1:21:07 Willy Tattoo? 1:24:02 Dishwashing Etiquette 1:32:12 Who Has The Best Game On The Bus? 1:43:10 Baseball Or Tennis? 1:46:49 Dad Time 1:50:35 ERIC KENDRICKS INTERVIEW STARTS 1:50:50 How The Pro Bowl Works 1:56:18 Having An NFL Brother 1:58:37 Butkus Award Winner 2:01:06 UCLA To The Big 10 2:02:26 College Does Stadiums Right 2:07:54 Transitioning From College To NFL 2:09:13 "Don't Speak Unless Spoken To" 2:11:23 9 Years In, Still Making Plays 2:13:46 Team Stats vs NFL Stats 2:18:48 We All Fall Victim To The Search Bar 2:19:43 Big Car Guy 2:25:23 Any Resentment Leaving Minnesota? 2:26:42 Chargers Struggle's 2:28:16 Harbaugh Hiring 2:30:23 Chug Off 0:00 Intro 3:39 The Boys Get Reamed + Boss Man Calls 31:45 March Madness 38:23 Trev Albert's leaving Nebraska  47:25 is will a notable alumni from Nebraska? 56:05 Justin Fields/NFL talk 1:01:43 ERIC KENDRICKS ZOOM 1:02:28 How did he become a Cowboy after almost being a 49er 1:03:55 what happened for him to get cut 1:04:50 the feeling of Being a Dallas Cowboy 1:05:54 would he have had to switch positions for the niners + Mike vs. Will 1:09:03 expectations for the cowboys 1:10:23 playing with Micah, can it be stressful? 1:11:33 Show Off The Whip 1:15:23 Shoutout playing in the sink 1:21:07 Willy Tattoo? 1:24:02 Dishwashing Etiquette 1:32:12 Who Has The Best Game On The Bus? 1:43:10 Baseball Or Tennis? 1:46:49 Dad Time 1:50:35 ERIC KENDRICKS INTERVIEW STARTS 1:50:50 being a pro bowl alternate and voting for it 1:56:18 growing up with brother Mychal 1:58:37 winning the Butkus award 2:01:06 UCLA going to the big 10 2:02:26 Stadiums in college and NFL 2:07:54 Transitions from to college to NFL 2:09:13 Being a talkative rookie 2:11:23 His longevity in the league 2:13:46 Team stats vs NFL stats 2:18:48 Searching your name on twitter 2:19:43 Big car guy 2:25:23 Resentment leaving Minnesota 2:26:42 Chargers Struggle's 2:28:16 Harbaugh hiring 2:30:23 Chug OffYou can find every episode of this show on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or YouTube. Prime Members can listen ad-free on Amazon Music. For more, visit barstool.link/bussinwtb