Look, I understand that I am a "Degenerate" and an "Alcoholic" but come on man. You really won't sell me beer before 7AM? Fuck you. I guess we're just going to drink some storm whiskey and argue about the metrics since half the crew apparently has the big Rona and can't taste the sweetness in this bottle. Butt fuck those nerds. I get to call it out in the episode description. 

You know what we're into.

Look, we're all out here tying to live our best timeline, but mother Fu*kers are snipe hunting, jamming 'Baby Shark', and otherwise being hotdogs, when they should be partying in secret rooms, crashing helicopters into swimming pools, and drinking cranberry juice

Corey doesn't know what the fuck, but every now and then he bumblefucks his way into something awesome. The guys pick songs, No. 5 will SHOCK YOU!

We have a running playlist, listen to what we listen to:

Whiskey and Whiskers: The List

Bro's back! And it is a terrible day to have ears. Do you know what sunning is? Well, neither did we. You're going to need some green orbs after this bullshit. 

There is something wrong with the ebb and flow of the universe or something. First of all, we all agreed on something. Then it happened again. In the same episode. I tried to start fights like 3 times and these MFs just kept agreeing. Maybe we finally got pulled into one to many zoom calls by meeting bros that wanted to make sure we were all "on the same page". Butt fuck it. I think it's time to pound some chocolate lava crunch cake on my moon acres. All hail the Lunar Emperor.

Let's get fucking weird boys. Skinwalkers? Sure. Bigfoots? Why not? Ghosts? Fuck yeah! But it's not all conspiracy theories and Gator's ghost stories. We also talk about our favorite jokes, yelling at plants, and we do our best to piss Blake off. Jake from LunchMoneyFishing is back and it's a banger. Let's gooooo.

Stop watching that trash, it's rotting your brain, and this rot-gut whiskey isn't helping. Halloween is coming, and so are the super-pigs. We ask our guest, and resident expert Cans how to handle it. So buckle up, cuz we're gonna full send over the drawbridge.

Big Rob is a passionate Metallica fan, so we're going to shit all over him and everything he loves.

It's almost that time of year. Brace yourselves because pumpkin spice is about to get all these basic bitches buck-wild. Plus it's almost time to bust out the spooktober decorations, which is dope. But everyone knows after those come down it's the worst holiday off the year; thanksgiving. Personally, I'm going to do my best to be playing on my PS5, watching roided out athletes, and maybe trying to make a taco bell fire sauce bloody mary.