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 ...
"Instagram Jail, Crying Dates, and the Crypto Craze"
Talking Shit with Doug, Ryan, and Angelo
1 hour 7 minutes
11 months ago
"Instagram Jail, Crying Dates, and the Crypto Craze"
Send us a text "In this episode, we get real about the pitfalls of free speech on social media, sharing our experiences with landing in 'Instagram jail' for saying things deemed too edgy. Angelo opens up about a hilariously awkward date where emotions ran high in the most unexpected way. Plus, we dive into the explosive rise of cryptocurrency and what it means for the future of finance. It's a mix of laughs, life, and digital dollars you don't want to miss!" https://www.facebook.com...
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 ...
