Karin and Kyle are signing off for the summer, but leaving you with one last optimistic episode about The Beach Boys and their sense of honour and duty.

Karin and Kyle discover exactly how deeply Jax knows Victoria’s Secret.

Karin and Kyle walk through a day in the life of the world’s most famous courtesan.

If Bernie Taupin and Elton John have confirmed that this isn’t a song about tennis OR patriotism… What the heck is Philadelphia freedom?

Look. Let’s be honest. We both know Friday is unequivocally the stupidest song ever recorded. However, nowhere else in the darkest recesses of the internet will you find anyone who has worked harder to shoehorn some meaning into this text. And boy did we shoehorn. We stuffed in everything from the Norse pantheon to cognitive evolution. I promise that the 48 minutes of your life you spend listening to this will be rewarded with pure bat-shit insanity.

Exactly where was the diesel going as they thumbed it down, and how many songs does it take to get there? We have answers.

Extreme fought fire with fire in the early 90’s by using the most confusing language possible to shun the use of words. Is this song a declaration of love, or the more elaborately beautiful plea for a hand job ever written?

Will crying get you laid? Kyle said no, Karin says probably.

Is Shania being picky and cold, or is she just unwilling to put herself up for sale a transactional social relationship hierarchy? Karin and Kyle discuss the legacy of not being impressed by hair gel.

Karin and Kyle start off trying to match up musicianship and parenthood, but end up telling stories from the birthing suite.