This Is The End.

Mase & Sunny wrap up the most successful Aussie Games in history, give out some awards, then take leave on a hiatus, for an unspecified period of time...

Thanks to our seven (7) loyal listeners. We love you. Stay Mint. xx

The last Lubing of the Olympiad... Mase & Sunny order chinese takeaway so they can run through the record medal tally & re-word their scripts to make sure they they do not commit adultery...

We're nearly there. . . . .

B-Boy Snooze Button sleeps through the Stingers as B-Boy PlayMaker vaporizes on the couch. The boys dissect Raygun's iconic performance and want everyone to know they are proud of you.

Olympics 33 - 0 Sunny Munn

Sunny fails to press the "record" button... kinda important. So the boys pull an audible and decide to go to the pub all day before recording LIVE tonight...

We are graced with one (1) of our seven (7) loyal listeners, friend (& brother) of the pod accidentally stumbles into Maybe... Daily HQ to run us through his storied (bomb)diving career in the old Oakleigh days . . .

Mase & Sunny tackle all the big questions: What are the side effects of covid? How far can you go underwater? Which events are in the heptathlon? How many Tom Hanks films can you name? What did MSGez have for dinner last night? Where are all of our taxes REALLY going? Pineapple on pizza - yay or nay?

Sunny has officially hit the wall. This is being released purely so he can sleep at night . . . from August twelfth (12th)...

What's with the 'f' in 'twelfth'? So unnecessary.

What goes up (to 18) must come down . . . to walking home barefoot.

Seeya tomorrow.

The Gold Hunter is on the road again.... going solo to recap an historic day of four (4!) Aussie GOLDS!

...and to give tips on cheap coffee, bad wigs, & the ever-evolving career of Elliot Goblet (watch out, he may or may not be residing inside your telly)...

The streak is alive. Just.

Sunny may be solo tomorrow, but it seems he will still have the drilling for company, ad infinitum...

Can anyone else hear the drilling, or is that just us…? CUCKOO CUCKOO

Mase bizarrely chooses to talk greek to The Gold Hunter’s Australian neighbour, then runs through his fluid stages of Boomers grief.

The Gold Hunter accidentally rewatches water polo, and both boys realise they’ve gone completely Cuckoo… Cuckoo…

It’s day twelve (12), guys… Cuckoo! Cuckoo!