Two of the guys have recently returned from the Midville trip, so there are updates from that. They also talk about tax-exempt churches, the history of toenail clippers, and Lil’ Skweeque’s recent baked potato phase. Dick Loverboy gives a Heads or Cocktails update. RIP Toby Keith, Carl Weathers, and Alexei Navalny, and not necessarily in that order. The guys talk about car wrecks, Frank the Cat, robotic dogs, and how much pressure it would take to bite off a penis.

The guys are back together in The Bunker to discuss Whitewater, Cookout, and the upcoming Christmas Holiday. They talk about Iron Claw, golf carts, and Speaker of the House Mike Johnson. Dick Loverboy has to explain a text. Lil’ Skweeque answers some listener questions. There are some predictions for the Orange Bowl and some thoughts on canine backside maintenance. They receive a live bowling update and someone delivers a very special Christmas Biscuit.

The guys get together to talk about conjunctivitis, cat names, and Elon Musk. Lil’ Skweeque asks Jeff Bezos for some of that sweet cash. There is discussion about Hobo Conventions, Clowns, pump tennis shoes, and ladies who collect. RIP Bobby Knight. Also, RIP people who bring huge nets to sporting events? And Dick Loverboy provides everyone with a new SSG.

The guys ponder whether they are in fact the bad guys. DLB gets a new nickname. Rev Flo talks about vacation. They discuss Republican presidential debates, babies in tubes, humans getting dumber, and people with really soft hands. DLB reluctantly talks about his gains and proof of the existence of God. And there is talk of UGA football, midnight snack cheese, Leatherman tools, and parking tickets.

The guys issue some corrections, discuss their standards, and go over some RIPs. They appreciate the male form and the genetic superiority of the Loverboy family. DLB presents his vagina-forward brand of workout gear. There is talk of dog boners, queefs, and hitting bongs on mopeds.

For all of you that were waiting for Lil’ Skweeque to take the reins, then this episode is for you. And it gets pretty weird. The guys talk about an almost SSG, drinking with Todd, and old school bathroom hand-drying technology. They debate whether it’s better to get cancer in your top or your bottom. Rev Flo talks about his new bowling underwear. Dick Loverboy relives his vacation with BTS, the guys delve into ASMR, and they have a good old-fashioned laughing fit. They mourn the loss of Terry Funk and DLB provides a Tuesdays With Dick update.

The guys get together once again to discuss obscure SNL bits, bowling, giraffe fighting, sharks, and Eddie Izzard. They wonder if we are living in the end times of America, they ponder whether they have the ability to shape reality (RIP again, Alan Arkin). They come up with bizarre playground games and yet another million dollar idea. And there is a long discussion about a bad word.

Have you ever seen A Knight’s Tale? Do Armadillo Humans exist? Do you remember the Unabomber? Do you want to hear what the guys think about the submersible? They talk about whales, the ocean, AI, musty dog penises, and doing cocaine off people’s feet. And they offer advice to their younger selves.

This one is a little short, because the guys needed to go bowling. So they about bowling, professional wrestling, and riots at sporting events. The also talk about the similarities between starting bowling and converting to Judaism. They discuss bottle openers, the Jim Rose Circus Sideshow, and Dick Loverboy’s recent DJ set at Little Kings.

The guys get together to talk about Lauren Boebert’s pending divorce, UGA tennis, and begging for gas. They discuss waggles, waggling, and the naked homeless. Lil’ Skweeque tells several stories of witnessing live sex acts. And the Rev’s loving wife has a dream about poop.

The guys talk about fingering the homeless, the confidence of an old white man, and the movie Blazing Saddles. They miss Jerry Springer and Gordon Lightfoot, and they discuss whether the Reverend Florist can open a beer with his feet. Dick Loverboy shares an SSG from his third day at the new job.