Send us a text This ain’t your grandma’s podcast recap. After five long-ass years and 200 episodes of pure chaotic energy, The Funky Panther boys are still talkin’ shit, takin’ names, and accidentally jacking off crickets (don’t ask). In this “farewell-but-not-really” dumpster fire of nostalgia, we look back at the beer-soaked beginnings, roast our old intros, and get weirdly emotional over CPAP machines and robot vacuums. Chad announces he’s ditching the mic for married life and adulting — R...
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Send us a text This ain’t your grandma’s podcast recap. After five long-ass years and 200 episodes of pure chaotic energy, The Funky Panther boys are still talkin’ shit, takin’ names, and accidentally jacking off crickets (don’t ask). In this “farewell-but-not-really” dumpster fire of nostalgia, we look back at the beer-soaked beginnings, roast our old intros, and get weirdly emotional over CPAP machines and robot vacuums. Chad announces he’s ditching the mic for married life and adulting — R...
Beer Porn, Cowboy Kinks, and AI That Wants Your Job (and Maybe Your Wife)
The Funky Panther
1 hour 45 minutes
9 months ago
Beer Porn, Cowboy Kinks, and AI That Wants Your Job (and Maybe Your Wife)
Send us a textIs your beer stash a sexy investment or just a fridge full of overpriced regrets? We pop open some aged Goose Island Bourbon County Stout to see if beer collecting is a high-class hobby or just a bougie way to justify borderline alcoholism. Jesse’s decluttering tips hit harder than a morning hangover, sparking a debate about what’s worth saving and what needs to be chugged before it goes bad—just like your dreams.Then, we dive deep into a cowboy kink phase no one asked for. Can ...
The Funky Panther
Send us a text This ain’t your grandma’s podcast recap. After five long-ass years and 200 episodes of pure chaotic energy, The Funky Panther boys are still talkin’ shit, takin’ names, and accidentally jacking off crickets (don’t ask). In this “farewell-but-not-really” dumpster fire of nostalgia, we look back at the beer-soaked beginnings, roast our old intros, and get weirdly emotional over CPAP machines and robot vacuums. Chad announces he’s ditching the mic for married life and adulting — R...
