Episodes

The show finally has ads, which means some poor brand may now be sponsoring a conversation about balloon fetishes, dolphin crimes, and whether being “shark-fucking rich” is the financial danger zone. Mikey’s trying to sell everyone on the uncensored Patreon while also trying to get Stroke a new liver and maybe a sponsorship from those “we totally prevent hangovers, we swear” pregame shots. Jenn gets everybody caught up on Spirit Airlines collapsing, a cartoonishly large cocaine bust, and a cru...

Stroke has a liver appointment coming up, so naturally the show turns into a practice psychological evaluation led by people who should not be allowed near medical paperwork. Somehow that becomes a ride through deer murders, polar bear liver poison, gerbil erection math, Bob Ross hair fraud, and whether $100 million is worth being hunted forever by a death snail. Then the Dammits bring problems involving blackout best friends trying to kiss boyfriends and landlords knocking at 9 p.m. like ever...

Jenn shows up half-poisoned by Popeyes and somehow that just turns into a full forensic breakdown of every fried chicken chain from KFC to shady gas station Dodges where dudes threaten to “shoot your ass” on the phone next to the heat lamp drumsticks. Stroke gives a real update on his liver situation, which somehow turns into merch ideas, Stroke Aid, fake proposals for free dessert, and whether he should wear his graduation gown for six months. There’s also a cocaine-covered karaoke woman, a c...

Ian’s gone, Jen’s digging chicken out of her teeth, and somehow that is still not the weirdest thing that happens here. Stroke opens up about serious liver issues, Mayo Clinic testing, and the kind of stress that makes everybody shut up for five whole seconds. Naturally the show copes with that information by writing a song about him getting a black man’s liver and becoming better at basketball. From there it gets right back to being deeply stupid in the most professional way possible, with da...

Ian’s gone, Jen’s digging chicken out of her teeth, and somehow that is still not the weirdest thing that happens here. Stroke opens up about serious liver issues, Mayo Clinic testing, and the kind of stress that makes everybody shut up for five whole seconds. Naturally the show copes with that information by writing a song about him getting a black man’s liver and becoming better at basketball. From there it gets right back to being deeply stupid in the most professional way possible, with da...

This week the show gets told it’s popular enough to monetize but apparently too dangerous to trust with ad money, which honestly feels pretty on-brand. From there it somehow turns into random listeners asking the cast for cash like everybody’s secretly sitting on drug money. Then the comments roll in, Stroke finally addresses the panic about his future on the show, and Jen brings in news that includes train wrecks, Lego theft with pasta decoys, and a protest movement called Operation Dildo Bli...

We start off with the show shamelessly celebrating its top 3% status, which of course immediately turns into mocking radio hype, trying to decode whatever dumb TikTok slang “you the birthday” is, and somehow sliding straight into childhood trauma and stepdad roll call. Then Florida shows up like it always does, with a doctor yanking the wrong organ out of a guy, a drunk idiot throwing beer bottles at a three-year-old, and a minivan pervert calmly explaining he jerks off in traffic because he “g...

Everyone’s back, Jenn’s slightly less white, Stroke’s slightly less emotionally stable, and we’re somehow “America’s most gun-friendly show”! We go from Garth Brooks being a “fucking murderer” to arguing whether you’d rather get teabagged on life support or hammered in the skull, which is exactly the kind of ethical debate this show is built for. There’s an update on the school board creep telling a student “God, you’re hot” on camera, a FEMA dude who swears he teleported into a Waffle House, ...

Welcome back to America’s Loudest Podcast, where we open the show literally waving guns around on camera and somehow that’s not even the most unhinged part of the hour. We go from “I sleep next to a gun on the couch just in case” to debating poop knives like they’re a legitimate household tool. Somewhere between declaring ourselves America’s fattest podcast, talking about poop particles on your toothbrush, and deciding whether having sex with a blow-up doll of yourself is “gay” or “gay as fuck...

2N Jenn bailed to Mexico and left the three of us to maintain this flaming circus, so obviously we opened with Florida mugshots of the ugliest prostitutes on planet Earth and a “pimp” who looks like he manages a Dollar General, not a stable. Somewhere between calling one of them a hobbit and realizing the guy looks exactly like Mikey’s cousin Jeremy, we decided “I fuck hookers” should probably be a shirt, then got distracted by our AI-generated thumbnail making Mikey the star and branding Jen a...

We made it to episode 83 and somehow you freaks are still here, which honestly raises more questions about your childhood than ours. We start off realizing half this show is about dicks and meat curtains, and the other half is us yelling at you to stop crying about six bucks for uncensored video while you’re out there raw-dogging Starbucks like it’s oxygen. Jenn’s planning an all‑inclusive Mexico trip, finds out via DNA test that she is weapon‑grade white, and immediately gets demoted to “Whit...

Apparently if we miss one Thursday, some guy named Rob turns into the Patreon hall monitor and writes a breakup letter because “life” getting in the way is just an excuse… so naturally the show vaporizes him. Ian decides single people at four‑tops should tip 30%, admits he doesn’t tip bartenders for just opening a beer, and the whole show spends 20 minutes explaining to him that he’s the problem, not the customer. Somewhere in there you learn about koala chlamydia, slutty ladybugs, gay orcas, ...

Look, some of you are out here worried about filters on Spotify while Ian is out here narrowly dodging becoming freezer meat in a Florida backyard, so perspective helps. Video is paywalled, Audio is free Stroke’s dealign with three-hours-of-sleep misery that somehow led to broccoli fart science with Perplexity roasting everyone’s ass chemistry. Ian drops the Florida horror story about the woman who shot, chopped up, and backyard-buried her boyfriend…who also just happened to be the same psych...

Look, some of you are out here worried about filters on Spotify while Ian is out here narrowly dodging becoming freezer meat in a Florida backyard, so perspective helps. Video is paywalled, Audio is free Stroke’s dealing with three-hours-of-sleep misery that somehow led to broccoli fart science with Perplexity roasting everyone’s ass chemistry. Ian drops the Florida horror story about the woman who shot, chopped up, and backyard-buried her boyfriend…who also just happened to be the same psych...

Welcome back to the only show that will teach you about a caterpillar that pretends to be bird shit and then pivot straight into why Texas has 581 Dairy Queens and still can’t flip a Blizzard right. We roast Rob’s new disaster, question how many felonies are happening on his livestream, and then somehow end up workshopping slogans for a sperm-themed T-shirt … because apparently “get happy, swallow a nut” needs branding help. There’s a deep-sea whore fish with multiple ball-sack boyfriends, a d...

Welcome back to the only show where “Can you guys shut the fuck up?” is both a catchphrase and a customer service policy. Last week Jenn yelled at her dogs and some weirdo in New York reported the video like it was a war crime. Somehow that spirals into arguments about sharing deodorant, stealing food off someone’s plate, toothbrush boundaries, fart strategy, and whether watching a show without your partner is basically cheating. Then the show goes exactly where it should: midget hooker interv...

Every once in a while the news reminds you that the average adult human probably shouldn’t be trusted with car keys, children, or access to a Target self-checkout machine. This show is basically a full hour of that realization happening in real time. We get into a criminal mastermind who stole trading cards by scanning taco seasoning packets, a toddler somehow drinking meth out of a sippy cup, and a guy who managed to get arrested during his own driver’s license test while the instructor was si...

We started by leaving the pre-show nonsense in on purpose for the DPs, which means the episode opens like a live document of everybody being sick, annoyed, and already talking too much. Then somehow we go from AI slop and robot comment wars to giving away Steak and a Blow Job Day prizes before bringing on Morgan (the dead body finder), who casually explains that her dog can find a single drop of blood and that hiding a body is apparently a terrible retirement plan. From there it turns into voi...

The episode opens with the crew already fired up after discovering another podcast trying to ride their coattails. From there the conversation goes exactly where you’d expect: nowhere responsible. Jenn's back after her daughter took gold at softball, which is not what we told you people, but here we are. What followed was two-plus hours of the kind of shit that only happens when nobody's in control, a woman who ghosted her entire family for 25 years over a DUI, Stroke confusing the living hell ...

in this uncensored episode 2N’s gone for the day, nobody’s fired (probably), and we’re knee-deep in updates about the hooker giveaway poll, the censorship “experiment,” and why some of you freeloaders suddenly hate beeps. We break down the logic behind editing last week’s episode, talk through monetizing without turning into the morning zoo, debate White Chicks 2 like adults who never matured, and casually discuss branding cows while wondering why we don’t have sponsors. Also, yes …. someone’s...

The Gang debates giving away a legal Nevada hooker as a prize. Not a joke. Not a bit. An actual poll gets created. They read one-star Bunny Ranch reviews from men mad they only got 15 minutes after negotiating the price down. They argue about whether you can legally shoot a guy jerking off outside your window. (Spoiler: you can’t.) A lawyer jumps in to break down: • Aiding and abetting • Defamation vs opinion • Miranda rights • When you actually have to identify yourself It’s prostitution e...

A psychic bails. Stroke almost books a flight to Arizona for a $200,000 reward. We legally clarify that we are not responsible for anyone choking during the Steak & BJ giveaway. A tapeworm diet story makes everyone reconsider the dark web. China flexes humanoid kung-fu robots. A dad tracks his 15-year-old to a house party and gets accused of “violating privacy.” Harvard body parts are being sold for profit. And somehow we end up researching how many midgets are in the United States. Welcome to...

Welcome back to another mind-blowing episode of Not That Damn Show, where someone submits a confession asking for a Fleshlight molded from Ian’s anatomy, they explain how ugly guys somehow land beautiful wives, and Florida Man tries to avoid arrest by identifying himself as George Costanza. Somewhere in the middle of all that, the show spirals into Craigslust gangbang ads, failed radio journalism at a dumpy motel, cupcake assaults, and the realization that facial recognition has officially kill...

Ian is “dead.” Or kidnapped. Or at a pegging convention. So naturally we call the KKK to ask how they keep their sheets so white, call the Black Panthers because Stroke found out he’s 1% black, and then pivot into Steak & Blowjob Day marketing strategy. Meanwhile, Michael Jordan is trending for touching a kid at the Daytona 500, scientists are tracking farts with Smart Underwear, Viagra might save your heart, and a Swiss church installed hologram AI Jesus for confessions. Also: sex toy parties...