All Aboard for Hell

In which our protagonists get on camera to tell each other lies about what they're going to do in 2024!

I dunno about y'all, but the notion of some fat old dude wearing a red jump suit watching me sleep NEVER set right. I mean he's even bribing us with presents to get us not to tell. Frankly, I'm happy the North Pole is melting if it means putting that cantankerous old list-making jackass out of work.

Merry Christmas! (Paul and Ann are both on the naughty list, let's not pretend otherwise.)

Oh my God in heaven we are just becoming a damn Taylor Swift podcast at this point. Happy birtday, Tay-Tay. These two won't shut the hell up about you. GOD!

You've played this game, right? "What would you do if you won the lottery?" Well, this is the game we play today, and we find out which of our protagnists are good, wholesome, charitable people, and which of them ... are named Paul.

You know you're an adult when the songs of your youth are playing in the grocery store. Join our protagonists as they reminisce about the music they jammed out to, and the shock of realizing that the songs are old enough to vote!

In which our protagonists extoll the virtues of gratitude, reminisce about the year that's gone by, talk a little shit on the Pilgrims, and brace for the impact of Thanksgiving.

You all have one: something you enjoy doing that doesn't harm anybody, but that maybe you don't feel comfortable talking about them. Thank god our protagonist were born without shame, they'll talk about anything--including what THEY do that might not be illegal, but which FEELS illegal. Enjoy!

Have you ever thought to yourself, "Why did I do that?" No, really, have you ever used words to think inside your own skull? In this one, our protagonists discuss inner monologue--which they have, but which apparently others do not!

Join our protagonists as they debate the merit of work from home versus work from ... work. (Short version: office life is not for us, and not for anybody who can weasel their way out of it!)

Every group of friends has one or two misfits who you know for a fact are willing to spend a weekend in lockup should the occasion to raise hell present itself.

Hi, it's use,we're the misfits.