The boys are back — hungover, overcaffeinated, and ready to offend someone. Mark’s battling post-Halloween regret, John’s declaring war on Cub Scouts, and Tyler’s dropping “facts” that sound like drunk Google searches.

It’s chaos as usual: tornado sirens, Facebook mom groups gone feral, parenting hypocrisy, and the eternal debate — is tracking your kid just softcore stalking?

There’s no script. No agenda. Just unfiltered bullshit, Midwestern trauma, and a few good laughs from three guys who should probably be in therapy instead of podcasting.