This week we say fuck you to Mother Nature. CW describes the ecological terrors of his self pleasure, Mo admits he’s an idiot about Sasquatch and we say good riddance to the useless Javan rhino. Plus other dumb animals we hope go extinct (including anti-vaccers and flat earth nitwits), an exploration of racism in space-based and undersea utopias and the resident lib cuck reveals he’s not as green as he is blue. Also, why aren’t there any good disaster movies?

This week on FTG we say Fuck That Guy to one of the most fuck you-able targets ever: Kirk Cameron. From his colossal religious arrogance, which included attempts to sabotage Matthew Perry as "an agent of Satan" and sending Robert Downey Jr. into spiraling addiction, to his banana trutherisms and prominent anal sex enthusiasm, Kirk Cameron is every inch the douchebag his punchable face says he is. Did we mention he thought being on set with a babbling, brain damaged Dudley Moore was the result of God trying to talk to him through a babbling, brain-damaged Dudley Moore? Or that he pitched a sitcom with Scott Baio and his flunkie friend from Charles in Charge where the trio would play reformed liberals ( a gay, a junkie and an environmentalist) who found God? Oh, and he "Saves Christmas" by telling you that commercialism is actually what Jesus would've wanted. FUCK THAT GUY.

This week on FTGP we tackle white supremacy. Find out about CW's limited exposure to racism despite being told he resembles a "burnt tree", how Klan epic The Birth of a Nation was like Ghostbusters and the role Superman played in undermining the KKK on the radio. Also, we look at the clueless woman who makes klan outfits but can't put two and two together on why she has bad karma and Mo skeevily admits to a soiled panties fetish. All that and more on FTGP Episode 32 "F The Klan"!

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There's nothing to fuck but fear itself. This week the gang tackles fear in its many forms, from ghosts and cults to heights, flying and death bed etiquette. We pay tribute to the serial killers that inspire us and debunk the myth of tainted Halloween candy and the worst fear study known to man. Be prepped for the terror of CW's inane 70s Tv show references, Nick's ghoulish Bill Cosby impression and Mo's uncanny resemblance to the sasquatch. This episode sponsored by Gary Wongs Asian Decorations Emporium.

FTGP is back with a look at America's true pastime: lying. Nick and Mo dissect the "little white lies" of their childhoods to explain why they have no moral compass as adults. Nick reveals some of his own personal best lies and Mo overshares about his personal life for the first redaction in FTGP history. We also learn the qualifications for a "hot jack" (think dick friction and a block of ice) and the guys wrap it all up with a look at the biggest liar they've ever met, a clueless simpleton from Pittsburgh.

There are only two things guaranteed in life: death and taxes. Nick and Mo take on the former in this week's episode, Fuck Death. The guys touch upon such rosy topics as the most inconvenient way to commit suicide, what happens when the robots start raping us and poisoning. So much poisoning in America. Also, Nick's penis is definitely (probably) the reincarnation of Robert Shaw.

Nick and Mo get back to their roots and focus the hate on one of America's most mustachioed douchebags: Jesse "The Body" Ventura. former governor, current asshole, Jesse Ventura embodies everything you love to hate in another human being. Whether he's suing military widows or taking the mentally ill on televised field trips to "secret government towers" you'll marvel at just how low the man can go and how he managed to turn one catchphrase from Predator into a tepid acting career spanning almost a decade. Also, meet Greg Politics!

FTGP 3:16 says we just whooped podcasting's ass! This week the guys get into one of their all-time favorite pastimes: professional wrestling. Unfortunately, the lighthearted discussion reveals that pro wrestling is really, REALLY racist and that's no fun to talk about. But it's fun to make jokes about it! So they do that instead and, along the way, figure out which ethnicity gets it the worst. HINT: It's not the Samoans.

The FTGP returns to its roots and targets one of Hollywood's most unlikable personalities. Corey Feldman, former teen actor whose relevance expired before Google was a thing, is on the business end of Nick and Mo's professional brand of hatred. In true FTGP form the discussions covers a lot of ground, veering away from Feldman's critical douchebaggery to disect what a Goonies-themed cuckold porn would look like, what the show 227 is about and whether or not John and Joan Cusack ever banged.

In another special two-part episode, the FTGP decides to puff, puff, pass judgement on America's burgeoning drug culture. Nick and Mo talk about all the highs and lows of their own personal experience with drugs, particularly Mo's 14-year-long-high-everyday streak. Nick recounts his experience of taking psychadelics and losing track of time inside of a mystical vortex he discovered inside a stripper's butthole. Mo explains why you shouldn't make Resevoir Dogs references under the influence or talk about the most efficient way to kill yourself when you meet hot chicks.