Smith and Hazel

This week’s episode starts with a “harmless” impromptu trivia game that spirals faster than Joey Bags’ attention span at a strip club buffet. Between brain farts and breakdowns, Joey can’t stop yelling “Beat it!” like a horny Michael Jackson impersonator, the show also derails into an aggressively detailed discussion about the Golden Girls’ grooming routines (spoiler: Blanche does not leave it to chance)

Pop culture knowledge, Questionable Segways, Absolute nonsense, Brain rot? Yes this episode has it all

Strap in or better yet, beat it

#trivia, #brainrot, #goldengirls, #beatit

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This week the guys hop in a time machine fueled by Crystal Pepsi and head straight back to the 80s and 90s. Remember payphones so dirty you needed a tetanus shot just to make a call? Or skating rinks where the only safety equipment was your mom yelling “walk it off”? We’re talking pagers that made you feel important, cars without seatbelts because “you’ll be fine,” helmets that apparently weren’t invented yet, Oh, and lawn darts, because nothing says “childhood fun” like flinging medieval weapons at your cousin And of course, the Sears catalog: half shopping guide, half “puberty survival kit” for lonely teenagers flipping to the lingerie section. Top it all off with rotary phones that gave you a forearm workout worthy of a gym membership

#sears, #jarts, #80's, #90's

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This week’s episode kicks off with the guys debating which exotic animals they’d adopt… until it quickly devolves (as it always does) into a conversation about every bodily function known to man. From poop jokes to humping hypotheticals, nothing is safe. Toss in a wild Ozempic side-effect confession, a toddler-vs-animal showdown, and some listener feedback that proves our audience is just as twisted as we are. Basically, if it comes out of the body, we talked about it. Bring a mop and some headphones—this one’s messy.

#poop, #sloth, #ozempic, #humping

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It’s football season, baby! Buckle up, degenerates, it’s the NFL Spectacular, and for the first time ever the boys dragged in a special guest: Smith & Hazel’s very own football “expert” TJ . Together they march through every NFL division like drunken referees with a whistle problem, dropping hot takes, cold predictions, and way too many poop jokes at the expense of the Browns. 

When they hit the NFC East, the gloves come off, the trash talk hits Pro-Bowl levels, and egos are bruised harder than a rookie QB’s ribs. Sprinkle in some fantasy football advice that may or may not ruin your league, a few Super Bowl predictions bold enough to get them banned from Vegas, and you’ve got yourself one messy, hilarious ride.

This isn’t NFL coverage—it’s NFL coverage drunk, naked, and screaming at a ref. 🏈🍺💩

#NFL, #FantasyFootball, #Ravens, #Giants, #Commanders

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Class is officially in session, and the guys are serving up a syllabus of bad decisions. This trip down memory lane includes cars getting swallowed by the ocean, drunken fist fights, klepto adventures, and enough bodily fluids to qualify as a crime scene. They’ll cover the time clothes came off at the bar faster than beer goggles could go on, plus the keg death pact between two idiots who thought ‘responsible drinking’ was a myth. 

Grab a beer and get ready for stories that reek of cheap liquor, bad choices, and questionable stains. If you ever wondered what happens when booze, bad decisions, and barely-passing grades collide, this is your crash course.

#booze, #streaking, #Kegs, #animalhouse

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The guys start off with a breakdown of what’s in their glasses for the night (because priorities). From there, it’s a trip back to their younger days, revisiting the jobs that paid just enough for cheap beer and gas money, along with the kind of workplace stories HR departments would rather bury. 

Things wrap up with a game that asks a truly important question: how many wild Australian beetles could Hoosier realistically take down in a gladiator arena? It’s part drinking, part nostalgia, and part insect-based absurdity—basically, a typical night with these guys.

#australia, #beer, #oddjobs, #Gladiator

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This week, the guys crack open their college transcripts, many beers and instantly regret it. Between the sea of C’s, a few well-earned D’s courtesy of too many nights at the campus bar, and the occasional A in crucial academic subjects like Intro to Swimming and Beginning Poetry, it’s clear they weren’t exactly honor roll material. They also swap ridiculous college stories, from run-ins with absurdly hot professors to a neighbor who treated “alone time” like a competitive sport

Along the way, they briefly detour into Howard Stern’s recent firing, mostly because it’s comforting to know even legends can get booted from the top. It’s a celebration of mediocrity, questionable study habits, and the enduring truth that sometimes “just passing” is still a win

#howardstern, #C'sgetdegrees, #0.0, #masterofbating

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This week, the guys assemble the ultimate zombie apocalypse survival guide—except it’s less Navy SEALs and more “guys who peaked at a keg party in 1994.” 

They have what can only be described as creative survival strategies: barricading themselves in Costco because who doesn’t want unlimited snacks when civilization collapses, considering a deserted island (fingers crossed for decent Wi-Fi), plotting to commandeer a cruise ship for endless buffets and questionable decisions, or fortifying a cement factory—because nothing says “safe zone” like industrial-grade monotony and heavy machinery

Then it's a hard pivot (and we mean hard) into chaotic college memories: toga parties that smelled like sausage and illegal rooftop plumbing experiments.

It's dumb. It's dangerous. It's the most fun you’ll have while society collapses.

Warning: Explicit content, poor life choices, and unlicensed zombie strippers ahead.

#hotzombieaction, #roofpooping, #TogaToga, #endoftheworld 

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The boys crack open way too many beers and dive headfirst into the chaos that is Happy Gilmore 2. Is it a hole-in-one or a cinematic double bogey? Along the way, they spiral into a messy debate about the best and worst movie sequels of all time—Godfather II gets love, Major League II gets benched. Expect beer-fueled hot takes, nostalgia rants, and at least one heated argument about which National Lampoon’s Vacation movie deserves to be exiled from the family road trip. By the end, someone's trying to fight a windmill on a mini-golf course. Par for the course. Jackass!

#HappyGilmore2 , #AdamSandler, #Shooter, #Jackass

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This week, we button-mash our way through a mess of topics that definitely don’t belong together, but somehow make sense in our brains.

We start by blowing into ancient Nintendo cartridges like it's 1994 - because yes, your childhood was a lie and that never actually worked. We dust off the 8-bit legends—back when saving your game meant leaving the console on for 72 hours straight

Just when you think you can’t handle more, BAM — UFOs. Are the little green men here to probe more than just your backside? Do they play Madden in their motherships? And seriously, did the Patriots’ dynasty end because aliens finally got tired of cheating on Earth?

It’s retro games, pro ball, and probing from every angle. Literally.

Warning: Contains aggressive nostalgia, unverified alien sightings, and strong opinions about Tecmo Bowl.

#Mario, #Zelda, #Gaming, #UFO

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