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.

This week on Blame It On The Trauma, the Double Stuff Boys are back and vibing through pure chaos. Koda fights with some mic issues, while Kam professes his love for James Wan. Somewhere between a fruit snack addiction and making unofficial bucket lists.

This week’s segment: Truck Stop Truths. Where we get the latest scoop from the back bone of America, Truckers. Things get even weirder. Dirty sodas, country concerts, and dreams that might just be premonitions…

Tune in, kick back, and hang with us.

The Double Stuff Boys are back, slightly unhinged and dangerously caffeinated. We kick things off talking about Ace Frehley dying and start to toss the idea around for a celebrity Deadpool.

From there we talk old phrases nobody says anymore, what crimes Koda and Kam would definitely get busted for, and whether one of the boys might have a mystery kid out there somewhere.

Our weekly segment Ethically Flammable returns with another batch of bad moral decisions, and we give some long-overdue love to one of the funniest shows ever made — Wilfred.

We wrap it up by ranking songs off The Eminem Show.

Dumb. Honest. Kinda smart, sometimes. It’s just the Double Stuff Boys doing what they do best. Blame It On The Trauma!