The dicks focus their attention on the writers’ strike, peace River, and the club-swinging underdog of the week.

The upcoming solar storm is going to test Jesse’s eyesight into the quantum realm

After the Spanish pronoun conversation transitioned into one concerning Trump’s latest failure, one of the dicks invites daddy DeSantis to come down and dole out spankings.

The dicks throw shit at the wall and hope it tastes like spaghetti….Damn! Pay our writers!

This week, The dicks invite local funny man and trivia host Brett Morris back with his friend Matteo. And no that’s not a nickname for his junk.

The Dicks go over the log-term ramifications of the previous week’s plethora of political shenanigans and pudding.

The dicks question Sherpas, wearable fitness trackers, and the inappropriate use of your penis, in certain situations.

The dicks discover Jesse’s new prideful side hustle and why it’s better to be the suckee than the sucker

Since the dicks didn’t get into the topic of marriage, they took a hard left and discussed the renaissance festival and what’s killing children.

After hearing about someone’s mothers history of being a nun, the dicks got into explaining “Cosby sweater sex,” and heard an eerily similar story, # fruitypebbles