Chris got the camel tow package on his Lincoln minivan. It's all he could afford after beat'n off on an airplane. This episode goes down easier than backing into parking spots.

Blake is sprung, so it's time for crawfish carnage. Scientists and researchers say that if you got a ball fro, you're likely to end up with a cummy-tummy. Join us this week as we're crashing space shits. Trust me, this shit slaps.

It's fun to do bad things. We're drinking copious amounts of Garage Oil Badass American Whiskey, and getting tornadoed.

This week we are transcending time and space. We've taken something fun and happy and turned it into the scariest thing in the universe. Gumby ants and new dimensions. Hang on bro. Touchdown balls.

Who da fuq is Dan Pena? He must be one of these mofks who has to drive to work. We're takin down YooHoos in one go for Lynt, for the next 40 days. No Cap.

Thoughts, prayers, Sanctions, and smart snot rocket snipers. Global issues are on the topics list, and the guys are solving all the world's problems. Just because you put a Texas flag on it, doesn't mean you're from Texas. Kill some mexican beers on this Texas independence day and show the world that you're not from canadia.

Homer Bucket Pocket Pussy full of horse Jizz. We're Old balls, so let's talk ailments.

An anime enemy inanimately in an anemone in anonymity.

Listen to the end before this one gets cancelled.

BENGALS WIN THE SUPERBOWL! Or not, maybe so, who knows. Either way, Joe Burrow is a champ, and now we're accepting payments on OnlyFans.

This friend of ours is an Incel-boomer. He does a podcast on Spotify, but he's a new year new me asshat. All this toad vinimin has citizens on patrol. They bout as useful as boomerang grenades or facebook stonks.