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Episode 2295 - Kid A.G. and El Pres dive balls-deep into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame induction like a pair of horny archivists jizzing over vinyl—raving about Soundgarden's grunge ghosts stealing the show (Jerry Cantrell shreds harder than a cougar on catnip), OutKast and Tyler the Creator dropping beats that make your grandma twerk, and Salt-N-Pepa's Pepa emerging from Ozempic purgatory looking fuckable while Salt bloats like a salted ham hock.
They pivot to SNL's stain-splattered sorority skit where some dude nutted mid-mask (Epstein-level evidence, viral gold), winter cucking as animalistic fuck-fests to hibernate your blue balls ("Guys just want to get laid; women want a brawny heater"), and a deranged game show pitch: motorboat your girl's tits, record the brrrraaap, and compete against real speedboats for dinghy-level hilarity.
Hooters nostalgia hits like cheap whiskey—back to booty shorts and tank tops that cram thongs up asses tighter than a nun's regret, with tales of double-shifting for post-wing pussy chases and Twin Peaks' lingerie Wednesdays where asses defy gravity like Lizzo on a trampoline.
Edgy detours torch Taylor Momsen's lace-slip red-carpet cameltoe ("Sidney Lou Who gone goth-slut"), Jessica Simpson's Botox-bricked face ("Hit with the ugly stick till it snapped"), and concert rip-offs (Morgan Wallen tickets at $1K a pop: "I'd rather blow the blonde goddess than that redneck wallet-raper"). Key quote: "There's still a bullet in the chamber after sex—jack one off like it's 1993 grunge foreplay."
Brain-dump brain farts on phones nuking attention spans, Steve Jobs-style black-sock simplicity, and Trump as a percentage-rattling moron ("Cut aid, kill 600K—genius businessman, my ass"). Final words: "Go to Hooters, creep on the daughters of yesterday's titty vets, and chill, bitches—dollar wings await, no ass required."
GDS 2295 Quick Recap:
By The Kid A.G.3.8
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Episode 2295 - Kid A.G. and El Pres dive balls-deep into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame induction like a pair of horny archivists jizzing over vinyl—raving about Soundgarden's grunge ghosts stealing the show (Jerry Cantrell shreds harder than a cougar on catnip), OutKast and Tyler the Creator dropping beats that make your grandma twerk, and Salt-N-Pepa's Pepa emerging from Ozempic purgatory looking fuckable while Salt bloats like a salted ham hock.
They pivot to SNL's stain-splattered sorority skit where some dude nutted mid-mask (Epstein-level evidence, viral gold), winter cucking as animalistic fuck-fests to hibernate your blue balls ("Guys just want to get laid; women want a brawny heater"), and a deranged game show pitch: motorboat your girl's tits, record the brrrraaap, and compete against real speedboats for dinghy-level hilarity.
Hooters nostalgia hits like cheap whiskey—back to booty shorts and tank tops that cram thongs up asses tighter than a nun's regret, with tales of double-shifting for post-wing pussy chases and Twin Peaks' lingerie Wednesdays where asses defy gravity like Lizzo on a trampoline.
Edgy detours torch Taylor Momsen's lace-slip red-carpet cameltoe ("Sidney Lou Who gone goth-slut"), Jessica Simpson's Botox-bricked face ("Hit with the ugly stick till it snapped"), and concert rip-offs (Morgan Wallen tickets at $1K a pop: "I'd rather blow the blonde goddess than that redneck wallet-raper"). Key quote: "There's still a bullet in the chamber after sex—jack one off like it's 1993 grunge foreplay."
Brain-dump brain farts on phones nuking attention spans, Steve Jobs-style black-sock simplicity, and Trump as a percentage-rattling moron ("Cut aid, kill 600K—genius businessman, my ass"). Final words: "Go to Hooters, creep on the daughters of yesterday's titty vets, and chill, bitches—dollar wings await, no ass required."
GDS 2295 Quick Recap: