The Dingo Weekly

Robbbie tried to build a simple AI and accidentally created Frank — an autonomous AI agent built to make $1M online.

Now this artificial intelligence has a “soul,” is spawning sub-agents, and acting independently like a startup automation bot.

If this AI business experiment turns into Skynet… it’s 100% Robbbie’s fault.

Iran strikes are coming and we’ve learned absolutely nothing. We discuss accidentally killing our own guys, defense contractors getting rich, politicians profiting from war, and why this keeps happening. Also: American Idol season 24 (yes really), did Ruben Studdard die, and are black bears actually pussies.

MAGA guys are catfishing liberal women for anchor babies, Bonnie Blue’s knocked up by one of 400 dudes, and the internet never forgets your porn career. Dingo, Robbbie, and Tad unpack dating deception, fragile masculinity, constitutional violations by ICE, and the brutal economics of sex work. Also: why Florida is a 140-degree hellscape, career pivots in the hustle economy, and the golden rule… mind your fucking business.

Bum Wine Bob joins The Dingo Weekly to review the best of the worst cheap booze. From malt liquor nostalgia and Thunderbird memories to Atlantic City blackouts, we’re diving into the bottom shelf. Dingo shares his survival strategy for the show Alone, and we discuss the nightmare of hot dog Buzz Balls. It’s a comedy podcast deep dive into budget drinking and questionable life choices.

The Year of Curing Cancer? Tad drops global bombshells: Russia’s 100% effective cancer vaccine, Japan restoring paralyzed motor function, and Brazil’s earwax cancer test. Plus, the Epstein Files go “Fortnite”—tracking the “Little Saint Jeff” account active in 2024. We recap a mid Super Bowl, Bad Bunny vs. Kid Rock, and why you need to start a garden now.

Robbbie imports a 5-lb chocolate heart as the crew debates if Groundhog Day is a holiday or a cloaca-pissing contest. Tad slams Back to the Future 3 plot holes and the Balkanization of America. Plus: Robbbie’s rage over the Epstein files “What men?” defense, Dr. Oz’s retirement age plan, and the “weird” MAGA halftime show vs. Green Day’s live Super Bowl opening. It’s a total clown show.

Tad’s 90-minute massage leads to a debate on “strong hands” and pregnancy weight. Robbbie slams PJ Masks for giving a superhero a snowboard instead of working legs. Plus, the crew discusses the “variety” of Mexican food, Trump’s bizarre letter to Norway about Greenland, and why digital piracy is a public service for saving HBO content like Westworld. It’s a total clown show.

In this episode of The Dingo Weekly Podcast, the hosts attempt to maintain order while Scroll explores the outer reaches of his consciousness after consuming six grams of mushrooms. Between identifying as a broken espresso machine and hearing the theory that flying fish are “ocean astronauts,” Scroll manages to prank-call his detective cousin for midnight legal consent. We also witness the staggering conclusion to the saga of the girl who ignored every biological red flag to finally marry her own cousin. Pure genetic stagnation.

She went to a work Christmas party. She came home in her underwear. Apparently that’s where the story stops making sense.

This episode dissects a viral Reddit relationship mystery packed with missing time, convenient amnesia, sketchy coworkers, and explanations that get worse every time someone talks. The crew pulls apart the logic, questions everyone involved, and watches the red flags stack up like it’s a competitive sport.

It’s relationship drama, internet mystery, and holiday chaos colliding in the dumbest possible way—told with zero benefit of the doubt and absolutely no patience for nonsense.

This episode of The Dingo Weekly starts with politics and consumer boycotts and immediately derails into late-stage capitalism, bad fast food decisions, broken systems, and the slow realization that nobody is in charge of anything. It’s a dark comedy podcast episode about modern culture, pointless arguments, and why every serious discussion eventually turns into yelling about chicken fingers. No solutions, no experts, just snarky commentary, bad takes, and the kind of humor you develop when the world keeps getting dumber.