WHAT?!

We're back with another episode of funny talks. We remember the days of middle school, talk about chicken and children...but more than that, we finally find out why we are the way that we are. After some careful self-diagnosis, we realize what compels us to have such powerful urges to hang out at a theater just to people-watch and fight hippos: Goofy Syndrome.

Connor gets back from Disney World and we talk about the magic of Disney and all the hip and happening things that go down there. Perhaps we'll go back together??

We've made it to the double digits, baby. We take intense initiative in bettering ourselves as we take a quick look back at the other episodes, daydreaming about the King of Pop, and wondering what's in the water in LA to make all the celebrities lust for youths. Also, the creator of Dilbert is a racist, he is not in fact making a movie.

Episode 8, your favorite YouTube funny boys get some fresh new shirts and reminisce about their days of youth. They talk about their old schools and the colorful teachers that helped shape their lives.

We're back (again) and even better than ever! It's been a year and we're here to talk about everything you missed. Movies, Mario Kart, and more, these two handsome young men talk about it all. Enjoy the revival episode, there will be more on the way soon. Big love. Except for you, Jacob, why didn't you pick up the phone?

In this episode of WHAT?!, the chaps talk about how cool crime is before sharing the moist and juicy secrets and stories about what happened behind the scenes (like the title of the episode) of the videos they made between podcast episodes. 

THE BOYS ARE BACK! Finally released from their inconvenient alien abduction, Trevor and Connor have promptly returned to their beloved podcast to regale their audience with tales of events in the months past. 

Also, sorry the audio sounds weird, Connor didn't do the audio correction right, but still enjoy.

After a brief hiatus, the WHAT?! boys are back and so is school. Listen to hear about how we scrape by with nothing but the shirts on our backs and the poop in our pants.