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.