Peaches wakes up on a Wednesday fully convinced it’s Saturday, skips the shower, slaps on some Degree, and realizes life is already spiraling. His day kicks off with a heated (literally) trip to the East Idaho News bathroom—which may or may not be doubling as a torture sauna—and a philosophical debate over restroom territory and olfactory war crimes committed by coworkers.
Next, Gen Z’s obsession with Snapchat’s location sharing comes under scrutiny. Peaches admits he’s either at work, home, or the gym, which is basically the Idahoan Bermuda Triangle. He even confesses to screenshotting Snap Maps like a low-level Bond villain. Totally fine.
Then it’s time to throw shade at Oasis and question whether Wonderwall was worth a world tour while crunching the wild cost-per-minute of seeing Beyoncé, Gaga, Lana Del Rey, and AC/DC live. Spoiler: Swifties, you're suspiciously absent from this data. Sus.
In sports and lawsuits: SpaceX is being sued for timing bathroom breaks of a guy with Crohn’s disease (because apparently, even billionaires don’t understand digestion), and the MLB unbans dead guys. Also, the Vikings are going international—twice—and Amazon wants to turn the Jets’ worst season into a docuseries no one asked for.
In the To Peach Their Own segment, we ask: what totally normal thing makes you instantly suspicious of someone? Peaches chooses adults who only eat chicken tenders. Listeners chime in with “people who don’t like music” and “those who don’t buckle up.” You know, the real monsters.
Also discussed: toddlers terrified of John Wilkes Booth, the great Denver arena double-booking debacle of 2025 (Katy Perry vs. the Nuggets), a deep dive into the worst comedies ever made, and the eternal question: who still likes Paul Blart?
Peaches closes things out with concert updates, prom reminders, market appearances, food drive lists, and Deadlands dropping a banger. It's a full plate—and no, it does not come with chicken tenders.