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This week’s episode of What The Fuck hits chaotic family-edition levels when Jake brings his daughter Tanya Rose onto the show—and the madness begins immediately. Tanya walks in, takes one look at Jake’s “Only Dads” T-shirt (a gift from Dave back in the They Call Her Domino episode), and expresses her opinion...in classic WTF fashion.

Tanya wastes zero time dropping her first WTF story, a wild encounter inside a gynecologist’s office that leaves Jake, Sammie, and Don practically gagging/choking with laughter. From awkward small talk to an unexpected moment of pure chaos, Tanya proves instantly she belongs on this show.

Jake follows up with a family-style WTF of his own: the story of taking Tanya and his son Alex to see KISS, where Ted Nugent and Skid Row were supposed to open—except Skid Row just… didn’t show up. No warning. No explanation. No “we’re sorry.” Just a full-blown concert-night disappearing act that still has the whole gang saying what the actual fuck.

Tanya then introduces the crew to the bizarre, unstoppable, totally unexplainable “67 phenomenon” the younger generation swears is real. Whether it’s a cosmic glitch, numerology, or just stupidity, the crew dives into why these younger people are saying 6-7 like it means something...

Jake then pivots into one of the strangest true-crime WTFs to hit the news: a murder suspect from New Mexico claiming a cockroach told him to do it. Yes. A cockroach. The gang tries to process this one, but honestly, there’s no rational place to land.

Don wraps the whole episode up by honoring his father with his top three “fuck off” subjects—the topics guaranteed to send the man straight into a rage spiral. It’s brutal. It’s relatable. It’s hilarious.

Packed with generational weirdness, family chaos, and stories you absolutely cannot unhear, this episode is a nonstop ride through the world’s most unexplainable bullshit—served up the only way the WTF crew knows how.

Hit play and prepare to say it with us: 67… motherfucker.

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