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-Today on The Effin’ CrunchCrew
Blanco’s finally covering up that Turkey flag tattoo—what’s he replacing it with? Believe it or not, Gus Gus! Then things get weird when Blanco starts talking “Red Rockets” (gross, bro). Meanwhile, Spook shows off his latest life hack: a portable bidet. He swears it’s a game changer… but Pinkie isn’t so sure once Spook whips it out of his backpack for show-and-tell.

On the food front, mashed potato enchiladas stacked with shredded, sautéed brisket have the crew drooling—straight up mouth bomb. And is Pan Blanco being haunted by his father-in-law and wife’s uncle? The jury’s out, but the Effin’ Mumble Jumble is definitely in.

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-Today on The Effin’ CrunchCrew it’s just the guys—Pan Blanco, Big Spook, and Spook’s son-in-law Cheezy-J. They kick things off with Week 1 football talk, diving into the love/hate rollercoaster of Spook and Blanco’s Dallas Cowboys. But you know these two can’t stick to one topic for long—before you know it, the conversation spins into all kinds of Effin’ Mumble Jumble, dragging poor Cheezy-J along for the ride.

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-🎙️ Today on The Effin' CrunchCrew
Spook kicks things off narrating the twisted Oscar Sanchez Garcia case and the victims’ stories—dark, real, and raw. Then we dive into a wild tale of a man who manipulates his side chick into helping him murder his wife 😳.

Meanwhile, a mosquito won’t leave us the hell alone (is Pan Blanco secretly a serial killer?? 🦟🔪).

“Dr. Spook” and his wife break out a new ER-themed board game where you either save lives… or kill your patients 😂.

We also ask: What the hell is IED? And just how many kinds of IED’s are out there? 💥

Plus—drinking games our parents used to play, and Pinkie’s got a surprise—she’s renting out a whole damn movie theatre! 🍿

All this madness and plenty more Effin’ Mumble Jumble only on The Effin’ CrunchCrew.

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-The Effin’ CrunchCrew — “Jeremy: The Boy Behind the Song”

Today on The Effin’ CrunchCrew, things get deep. Spook discovers that he and Jeremy — the boy behind Pearl Jam’s haunting anthem — actually went to school together. Same hallways, same yearbook, just six months before tragedy struck. But was the whole song really about Jeremy? We dig into the truth — and Eddie Vedder’s other inspiration for those lyrics.

Of course, this wouldn’t be The CrunchCrew without a little chaos. Pinkie gets accused of aiding and abetting two fugitives, Spook admits he might’ve been a snitch at 7 years old (“You didn’t see anything!” — “Shooottt yes I did!”), and we ask the real questions: Have any of the crew been traumatized? What do silent screams of depression sound like? And more importantly — who can help when nobody’s listening?

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- Today on The Effin’ CrunchCrew, it’s just Pan Blanco, Loca Lisa, and Spook talking straight-up madness. Blanco’s wife thinks she’s Snow White—feeding every damn critter in the neighborhood, coyotes included. Blanco nearly shoots two poor Wildlife Foundation workers, then almost throws hands with some dude trying to kick his way through his Wichita front door (turns out, the house used to be a drug spot 🤦). We break down why white folks always run toward scary noises, Texas’ dumbass new law limiting sex dolls and dildos (who the hell is counting?), Deep Ellum Bob, and even the jacked-up way they cured gonorrhea in Vietnam. All this chaos, plus a big ol’ serving of Effin’ Mumble Jumble.

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-It’s Throwback Thursday on The Effin’ CrunchCrew! We start off aiming for a deep talk about the Universe—but of course Spook keeps swerving off course. Don’t worry though, we eventually get there… after a wild-ass ride through some ridiculous stops.

Pan Blanco confesses his questionable hotdog fetish 🌭, we try to figure out what the hell “Hebz” even is, and Pinkie breaks down the bathroom hustle in Mexico—where 25 cents only buys you three sad lil’ pieces of toilet paper. Then comes Blanco’s mugging story… where he not only flips the script, but ends up with the mugger’s wallet and—ohhh just wait ‘til you hear what happens next. 🤯😂 Add Pinkie’s legendary “cocaine toe” into the mix and you already know it’s pure chaos.

And yes… believe it or not, we finally circle back around to the damn Universe. Kinda. Sorta. Effin’-style.

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-🎙️ Today on The Effin' CrunchCrew… we’re diving into some heavy Dallas history—the Blockbuster murders of 1994. Spook’s got a personal connection to this one, since he went to school with one of the guys murdered. And get this—Spook & Loca Lisa’s cousin called in sick that night… or else he would’ve been gone too. Chills, man. We take this episode a little different—less jokes at first, more real talk—and then we spin it back CrunchCrew style.

Because you know us, we can’t stay too serious too long. Blanco jumps in with his old video store job—where some creepy-ass dude would literally wait outside to chase his supervisor just because he was gay. And Spook? He’s got his own story about how he handled it back in school when some fools were planning to jump his gay cousin. Let’s just say—it didn’t go how they thought.

Oh, and for the Effin’ Mumble Jumble question of the day—would you rather be locked up in prison… or homeless on the street? Yeah, we went there.

All this… plus the usual mix of wild stories, dark laughs, and bad decisions—only on The Effin’ CrunchCrew!

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-🎙️ Today on The Effin' CrunchCrew… we’re taking it way back for Throwback Thursday—all the way to Season 2, Episode 26: Cruizin’ Riverchon.

Back when Spook was still putting in work at KNON and later at Power 107 with the late, great Mix Master Jim Evans (R.I.P.)—weekends meant BBQs, checking out lowriders, kicking it with the homies before hitting the clubs on Saturday nights, then winding it back down on Sundays before the grind started again.

And man, speaking of throwbacks—remember when Blanco got arrested as a teen for having a little mota with two of his friends? His pops was so pissed he left him sitting in jail, and his poor momma… pinche Blanco!! She didn’t even hear it from him—she found out in the damn newspaper at work. That boyee ain’t right, LMAO!

Oh—and while we’re at it… Fat Joe, met him twice, and he can eat a fat fart. 🤣 Phuck opiates, though—love mota all day. Weed is healing, weed is beneficial. 🌿

All this… and a whole lotta Effin’ Mumble Jumble!