Kid A.G. and El Pres unleashing a tent-centric shitstorm—longer than a donkey’s dick and twice as crude. They cackle over their “fuck boy” label—damn right, bitches!—and dive into Hooters’ bankruptcy, lamenting the loss of ass-and-titty ogling for horny bastards like them. El Pres scored a Hooters meal for ditching his ex—fuck yeah, free wings! Kid’s raging at Gen Z pussies jacking off to phone porn instead of chasing real tail. Clips? A beta cuck whines about anxiety—Kid wants to slap his limp ass—and a chick dumps her man for booing Taylor Swift at the Super Bowl—pathetic cunt can’t handle bros being bros. New segment “Burnin’ Hell” torches the Yankees’ beard rule switch—fans spit fire, pro and con, while Kid bitches about tradition getting fucked. They wrap with a Black History Month clip of five chicks yammering nonsense—Kid’s lost, El Pres cracks up—and a St. Paddy’s detox tease. Get ready to puke, you weak fucks!