Two men walk into a podcast and stumble backwards into racism, sausage addiction, sensual dancing, childhood trauma, and the crushing weight of unspoken disappointment. A slow spiral from philosophical icebreakers to regrettable tattoo comments, with a few sweaty detours through Latin dance class and the murky semantics of the word “sensual.” Along the way, you'll meet The Sausage Men of Bethlehem, a deeply troubled (yet oddly noble) support group for men who can’t resist a hot service station kransky.

It’s equal parts confessional and farce: cigarette withdrawals, porn-induced moral panic, and family breakdowns nestle side-by-side with Hagrid slander, and a surprisingly touching meditation on how to open up hard conversations with people you love. There’s poetry (sort of), impression attempts (also sort of), and one man’s deeply misguided use of the phrase “Black Widow.” This is the existential crisis podcast wrapped in a sausage roll and dipped in inappropriate humour.