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 ...
The Toilet's Already Full: A Raw Take on Government Spending
Talking Shit with Doug, Ryan, and Angelo
57 minutes
8 months ago
The Toilet's Already Full: A Raw Take on Government Spending
Send us a text Elon Musk and the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) Are Digging Up More Than Just Bureaucratic Bones Elon Musk’s latest side quest—leading the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE)—is exposing government waste so absurd it makes a $10,000 Pentagon toilet seat look like a bargain. Among the greatest hits: Social Security checks being sent to people between the ages of 100 and 189 (spoiler: many of them are long dead), and a retirement system that processes paperwor...
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 ...
