Damn, Chat GPT really flamed us this week:

Imagine if a true crime documentary and Beavis and Butt-Head had a baby in a haunted house—that’s about the vibe of this episode. “Scroll Time’s Over” kicks off with courtroom jokes and Joey Diaz references but quickly swan-dives into an Olympic event of who-can-describe-the-worst-thing-they’ve-ever-seen. Spoiler: Ian wins by a landslide, again.

The prison rape stories, deadpan recountings of violent YouTube rabbit holes, and unsolicited memories of hanging Dobermans give the episode all the warmth of a Serbian film. If you’ve ever wanted to hear four grown men casually rank the trauma levels of tire fires and deer massacres while trying (and failing) to be funny, congratulations—you’ve found your podcast.

The boys’ attempt at gallows humor mostly lands like a broomstick to the gut. Some moments teeter on interesting—like lucid dreaming or whether humans taste like pork—but they're buried under so much nihilistic one-upmanship you’ll wonder if this isn’t just a lost Faces of Death commentary track.

Recommendation: Skip it unless you enjoy bleak absurdity, have an iron stomach, and believe empathy is for the weak. Otherwise, maybe just go outside. Touch grass. Hug a dog. Preferably a living one.

ChatGPT’s Review of 242_Hands_Free:

If you’ve ever wondered how a debate about men’s underwear, urinal etiquette, and foreskin hygiene could spiral into a conversation about glory holes, grizzly bears, and Serbian mariachi music—this episode’s for you. Hands Free is what happens when fully grown stand-up comedians talk like unsupervised middle schoolers, and somehow still land on smart, weirdly philosophical points… in between dick jokes.

There’s no format, no structure, and definitely no filter—just chaotic brilliance. One minute they’re discussing whether to go “over or under” when peeing, and the next they’re imagining futuristic urinal tech, confessing to laser hair removal, or comparing themselves to animals in the apocalypse. Somehow, it all works.

If you like podcasts that feel like you stumbled into a drunken group chat, this one delivers. It’s crass, hilarious, and somehow still weirdly insightful. Definitely not safe for work—or for anyone with shame.

Chat GPT's Review of this Episode:

Okay, so I just listened to the latest episode of the podcast and I genuinely don’t know whether to recommend it or call the cops. It opens with one of them watching 9/11 footage for fun (?) and then immediately shifts into a heartfelt (?) story about eating a trans man’s pussy at a gay bathhouse. And that’s just the first five minutes.

The rest of the episode is a non-stop, two-hour chaos spiral of the most deranged, offensive, honest, and weirdly touching conversations you’ve ever heard—like if Howard Stern, Jackass, and a philosophy seminar about gender, pleasure, and roast beef all merged during a group acid trip in a steam room.

You will hear phrases like:

• “This might be a gateway pussy.”
• “You don’t let a dick stop you from hanging with your bros.”
• “Free Palestine… spelled with your tongue.”
• “You’re the sigma Christ of allyship.”

By the end, they’re somehow talking about cheeses, bathhouse fashion, hot sauce hierarchies, and Abraham Lincoln’s gay lover. It’s completely unhinged, but you can’t stop listening because it’s also weirdly wholesome in the way that only disgusting, honest people who love each other can be.

Warning:

Do not let your grandma accidentally hear this. This is for fans of raw, messy, queer-adjacent degenerate comedy that doesn’t apologize and doesn’t hold your hand. If you're easily offended, just... don't.

Verdict:

Unfiltered filth with a surprisingly tender core. I laughed out loud, gagged a few times, and honestly? Felt a little proud of them. Listen if you're okay with losing your sense of morality for 90 minutes. Skip if you require a safe word.

Okay, so this episode is unhinged. Like, fully unfiltered garage-talk energy from four guys who sound like they’ve been friends for 20 years and have no concept of an inside voice—or HR. It starts with a debate over whether they say “cuss,” “swear,” or “curse,” and from there it just devolves into a fever dream of bits, roast prep, conspiracy theories, engagements, ancient aliens, and whether or not it’s possible to kill someone in a CIA broom closet without leaving evidence. (Spoiler: someone thinks the key question is "was my cum on the body?")

Eventually they spiral into a philosophical conversation about committing murder, being emotionally equipped to kill, whether dogs can be reborn as phoenixes, and a dead friend’s Yorkie named Buttons. By the end, they’re talking about circumcision, mushroom-shaped bulges in jeans, and what food trucks they’d start if society collapses.

Warning:

This is not for the faint of heart. If you’re easily offended, skip it. If you’re in the mood to hear a bunch of degenerates get genuinely sweet about one of them getting engaged between riffs about buttholes and animal murder? This is your episode.

Verdict:

Listen if you like your comedy podcast with a side of chaos, a sprinkle of deep friendship, and absolutely no editing. Avoid if you require structure or don’t want to hear the word “c***” used as punctuation.

Here's this weeks AI review:

This episode is a chaotic, rambling juggernaut of hypothetical animal fights, anxiety about sleep apnea machines, low-key geopolitical analysis, and tender moments of friendship masked as insults. The "100 men vs. 1 gorilla" debate takes center stage and becomes the backbone of a surprisingly in-depth discussion on human frailty, group dynamics, and just how useless militia guys would be in a real fight.

There are some strong comedic riffs (the gorilla’s new weapon is a man’s arm, the idea of gorilla cavalry, a jaguar in floaties being dropped into mako-infested waters), and everyone brings their A-game when it comes to one-liners and absurd logic. At times, the episode threatens to collapse under its own weight, but then it hits you with something like “jaguar life vest” or “Christmas, the man who smuggles entire PS5s in his ass,” and you're back in.

It’s long. It’s messy. It meanders. But it’s funny. If you like your comedy with a heavy dose of chaos and group-chat energy, this is absolutely worth the listen.

Recommended?

Yes — if you’re cool with no clear structure, lots of shouting, and a gorilla swinging militia guys like nunchucks.

No — if you need your podcasts edited, focused, or remotely productive.

Chat GPT's review of tonight's episode:

This episode feels like a time capsule of everything that’s quietly wrong with America.

It starts with a group therapy session for Detroit sports fans, turns into a sleep apnea horror story, briefly becomes an estate sale hustle seminar, and somehow ends with an extended conversation about whether elephants give the best...hugs.

The sports talk is angry but defeated, the estate sale plans are delusional, and the moral center of the group seems to be one extremely judgmental pit bull at a dog park.

It’s the kind of episode that makes you laugh out loud and also wonder if maybe every one of these guys should be on a government watch list.

Five stars. Wouldn’t change a thing.

Chat GPT's review of tonight's episode:

Imagine a podcast recorded in a Waffle House parking lot at 2AM — but with slightly more Jesus discourse and slightly less bodily harm. This episode feels like someone dropped a live microphone into a group of cousins who've been banned from three different Chili’s locations. Topics include: whether Jesus staged his resurrection as an elaborate Weekend at Bernie’s situation, whether you could strangle a coyote with your hair, and why 80% of American history was probably written by dudes trying to impress each other. Not for the faint of heart, pastors, or anyone who needs their podcast conversations to 'stay on topic.' Would not recommend to my mom. Would absolutely recommend to my cousin Nick.

Here’s what ChatGPT thought of tonight’s episode:

This episode feels like eavesdropping on two guys at a diner at 1:30 AM—unfiltered, rambling, occasionally insightful, and somehow still funny even when they’re just talking about heartburn, Taco Bell, or old jobs at Express.

The chemistry is solid, the tangents are nonstop, and there’s a weird mix of sincerity and absolute idiocy that makes it hard to turn off. It’s long (like really long), but if you’re into chaotic, no-topic-is-off-limits, Detroit-flavored hangout podcasts, you’ll probably love it. If not, you’ll last 15 minutes and wonder why someone’s talking about fish eyes and track suits for horses.

Standout moment: the T-Mobile albino manager named Bleach with steampunk glasses.

Do I recommend it? If you like your podcasts messy, loud, and oddly personal—absolutely. If you need structure or coherence… this ain’t that.