Send us a text Episode 19 — “We Should’ve Been Arrested for This Halloween” A rusty cold open quickly spirals into a full-blown nostalgia trip — back when “Halloween mischief” meant snowball ambushes, bikes that actually went places, and mailbox baseball that occasionally hit back. From there, the crimes get dumber: stolen flamingos, sporked lawns, and karma so real it’s why some of us don’t decorate anymore. It’s comedy, confession, and community service all rolled into one. Then things get ...
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Send us a text Episode 19 — “We Should’ve Been Arrested for This Halloween” A rusty cold open quickly spirals into a full-blown nostalgia trip — back when “Halloween mischief” meant snowball ambushes, bikes that actually went places, and mailbox baseball that occasionally hit back. From there, the crimes get dumber: stolen flamingos, sporked lawns, and karma so real it’s why some of us don’t decorate anymore. It’s comedy, confession, and community service all rolled into one. Then things get ...
"Drones, Missing Nukes, and Aliens Who Think We’re Idiots"
Talking Shit with Doug, Ryan, and Angelo
1 hour 2 minutes
10 months ago
"Drones, Missing Nukes, and Aliens Who Think We’re Idiots"
Send us a textIn this episode of Talking Sht with Doug, Ryan, and Angelo*, we dive headfirst into the chaos: mysterious drones flying around America that even the government can’t explain, the 38 nuclear bombs the U.S. has managed to lose (seriously, how?!), and aliens watching from the stars, probably wondering how we haven’t set ourselves on fire yet. With our signature dark humor, we roast humanity’s greatest WTF moments and try to make sense of the absurd. Tune in for laughs, conspiracy t...
Talking Shit with Doug, Ryan, and Angelo
Send us a text Episode 19 — “We Should’ve Been Arrested for This Halloween” A rusty cold open quickly spirals into a full-blown nostalgia trip — back when “Halloween mischief” meant snowball ambushes, bikes that actually went places, and mailbox baseball that occasionally hit back. From there, the crimes get dumber: stolen flamingos, sporked lawns, and karma so real it’s why some of us don’t decorate anymore. It’s comedy, confession, and community service all rolled into one. Then things get ...
