Two dudes. One mic. Forty wings. No dignity.

This isn’t a podcast. It’s a cry for help. We talk. We eat. We shid.

Started as a mukbang. Became a lifestyle. Now it’s a full-blown shidemic.

“I heard this and my dog threw up.” — WebMD
“Caused permanent brain damage. Would recommend.” — CDC Leak
“This show radiates BDE.” — Federal Bureau of Investigation
“The first podcast to ever be legally classified as a biohazard.” — UN Human Rights Council
“I laughed so hard I blacked out and woke up in a flaming pile of shid in my local Arby's.” — Unknown soldier

New episodes drop when the voices say so.

Shid in. Shid out.

Warning: May cause involuntary episodes of self-shidding. Watching also may cause a deep attraction for the hosts within the viewer. Discretion advised.

Your favorite shidcasters are “at it again” (TIME”) with their tomfoolery. Complex theoretical discussions are had about uncles and their nature to be either epic or weird. Bowel movements make a quick appearance, and there are some surprise appearances from flatulent individuals from the internet. The Shid Show and their subsidiaries are not responsible for any brain cells lost or gained from the listening of this podcast.