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Not That Damn Show
Not That Damn Show
Not That Damn Show is Mikey, Stroke, Ian, and Jenn. Four friends talking like no one’s listening… except thousands of people actually are. It’s the kind of back-and-forth you only get with real friends: sharp humor, wild stories, and internet rabbit holes you didn’t know you needed. From Florida Man headlines and bizarre online finds to confessions that should’ve stayed secret, every episode feels like hanging out at the table you wish you were sitting at. No scripts. No filters. Just a show built on chemistry, timing, and saying the things everyone’s thinking but won’t say out loud. 🎙 Schedule: Tuesdays & Thursdays → Full video episodes for the Patreon Damn Fam Wednesdays & Fridays → Free audio-only episodes on Spotify and everywhere podcasts live
July 16, 2025

Meet Jenn With 2 Ns and Zero Shame | Ep 24

Meet Jenn With 2 Ns and Zero Shame | Ep 24
Meet Jenn With 2 Ns and Zero Shame | Ep 24
Not That Damn Show
Meet Jenn With 2 Ns and Zero Shame | Ep 24

Jenn with Two Ns crashes America’s Loudest Podcast and instantly regrets her life choices. Stroke drops another dick anthem, Ian gets roasted by a listener named Chad Rock (yes, seriously), and Mikey forces everyone to play “Girl or Metalhead.” Confessions get dark, a murderer shows up in our dating game, and the Digital Dumpster fire is overflowing with digital fire.

This episode’s got everything: thirst traps, cereal moans, dick wiggles, a three-legged dog named Trip, and a woman smuggling pills in places pills should never be. You’ll laugh, cringe, and wonder if you too have chlamydia out of spite.

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