The bros rolled into 2026 like a hungover marching band, totally unprepared, missing their notes, and immediately defaulting to the only tradition that matters: drinking whiskey on-air. The Whiskey of the Week was a Jack Daniel’s Distillery Release that somehow tastes like toasted pecans, maple breakfast, and poor life decisions — hand-delivered by a buddy who drove to Ohio to pick up a dog, because apparently humans will cross state lines for puppies and booze but not for personal growth. The conversation spiraled fast into first-responder appreciation, porn-episode rescheduling, and the philosophical question of our time: Can a man go to a Mexican restaurant and NOT eat the chips? (Answer: absolutely not, don’t be ridiculous.)

Somewhere between health talk, Ozempic jokes, communism, Venezuela, and chips-and-queso addiction therapy, the guys remembered this was a podcast and not a group counseling session. They wrapped by wondering whether podcasting would still be fun if someone paid them a quarter-million a year to do it five days a week — and the answer was yes, absolutely, they would sell out instantly, Clyde would still be underpaid, and the whiskey would taste even better.