First-root confessions reveal a fishing village fiasco involving a tarp and a tea towel which slowly unravel into something uncomfortably human. It’s the full emotional arc: filth, laughter, and more tangents than anyone asked for. There the usual chat of heavy sets, budding bosoms, sleepless nights, and magnesium, before the conversation turns toward fathers, forgiveness, and the gravity of having kids.

By the end, things get raw. The jokes run out, the beers go quiet, and the Beef himself sheds a tiny, heroic tear.

It’s funny, it’s sad, it’s long, and it’s one of our best.

Buckle up.