This week, Kam confesses to shitting himself more than any adult should, tells the tale of a Laundry Mat murder, and his weekly man crush is Matt Rife. Meanwhile, Koda reveals he’s never been on an online dating app, and the boys debate how long Kam’s lifestyle can actually sustain before his heart inevitably explodes!

Then we introduce our brand new segment: Trauma Theatre, where improv meets absurd situations and it spirals fast! And one of us went to school with a predator.

If you like comedy with no filter, wild stories, and the kind of banter that feels like you’re just hanging out with the homies, this is the show for you.

Tune in, laugh irresponsibly, and as always… Blame It On The Trauma

This Episode the boy's cover their crippling milk addictions! Are there any meals, where having a glass of milk isn't a crime? Kam tells stories from when he had a wound vac.

We ask the question why are vaginas so damn hot? Did it just get microwaved?

Our Weekly segment is "Ethically Flammable" Where we give you our hot takes, regardless of how morally wrong.

We finally end things off discussing the modern horror renaissance, with movies from Weapons, to Together.

Yes, Kam does talk about loving men in this one too.

This Very Special Episode, The Double Stuff Boy’s take a wrong turn straight into the underworld. After a road trip argument goes horribly off the rails, Koda and Kam wake up in Hell and apparently, Satan’s got a sense of humor… because their eternal punishment is to keep podcasting forever.

Recorded live from the depths, this Halloween special drives into the chaos. The boys debate the big afterlife questions — Where’s Koda’s dad? What sins would we specialize in? Who’s leading the serial killer squad down here? And asking if consensual cannibalism is really all that bad.

Kam confesses his undying admiration for Sam Elliott, they plan their dream concerts in Hell, and try to guess which celebrities they’ll be running into for eternity. Expect wild banter, unfiltered jokes, and much more from beyond the grave.

Grab your pitchfork, crank up the flames, and join us in Hell for an episode that’s hotter than Sam Elliot's Sweet ass.