The crew dives face-first into the deep end of personal grooming—specifically, why Kid’s contemplating taking a weed whacker to his gooch while the gang debates if a hairy sweater is a fashion statement or a cry for help. 

They pivot to Sex and the City hot takes, probably roasting Carrie’s shoe obsession while sipping whiskey, then splash into the wet-and-wild world of squirting—because nothing says “classy podcast” like a debate about bedroom hydraulics and knocking pictures off the wall. 

St. Patty’s Day rolls in with tales of drunken sexcapades so sloppy they end with someone passing out in a bar bathroom, face-down in a puddle of Guinness and regret. The gang confesses to stumbling out after one too many, puking in alleys, tipping like Scrooge on a bad day, and cackling at their buddies’ expense—because if you can’t mock your friends, who can you mock? Deal with it, snowflakes.

Oh, and plot twist: El Pres used to shake it as a stripper while his mom a strip empire—talk about a family business with extra sparkle! 

The crew plays the age-difference game, pondering the perfect dating age gap: too young and you’re babysitting, too old and you’re dodging denture kisses. They cap it off with a fiery rant about real friends—those glorious bastards who call you out on your screw-ups versus the spineless schmucks who just nod and smile while you crash and burn. Tune in, laugh hard, and Go Deep, you magnificent fucktards.