This is it folks. This is the reason you've trudged all the way through your unfulfilling life, only to listen to this podcast and remain there still, unfulfilled. This potent episode of roughly an hour of auditory dopamine is the nexus of swag and money, it is the junction between real and talk, it is the intersection betwixt pop and tart. With eerie lucidity, like that of a post coital male, the fellas talk that talk, they talk that business, and nothing more. The fellas talk that talk so hard they unearth many groundbreaking discoveries, such as Ethan's wiping technique (Patent Pending), and Rylan's uncanny knowledge of the Bristol Stool Chart. Chris was there too, just not nearly as vocal about his disdain for [rescinded]'s Pizza. He did spit that business however, in a particularly Chris-esque fashion. So what'll it be? Will you add this episode to your litany of wasted hours? Or will you find something better to do? Well, you made it this far, so my money is on the former... 

We came, we saw, we ruined your day and let you down immensely. Join the fellas on their sexually neutral conquest through time, liminal space, and inter-dimensional bodegas. Filled to the brim with potential vocal chops for your next Dilla inspired beat tape, this podcast challenges the status quo and is viewed as a meta-commentary on this generation's attention span, or lack thereof. What is meant by that intentionally confusing description can only be unlocked by listening in on the fellas' genius. And I am not joking about the sheer mediocrity of this episode. Don't let the prospect of a Kenny Rodgers sing-a-long or seething discourse about Ben Shapiro's sister fool you. What lies beyond the reaches of this description is a barren wasteland of dead dreams and dying ideas... with the occasional poop joke. I dare you to sit through it.