Mark and Chris kick things off with a chaotic plunge into the weird, the absurd, and the unexpectedly personal. In this premiere episode, they bounce from bizarre childhood stories to questionable adult decisions, stopping along the way for tangents about nervous breakdowns, horrendous zoom meetings, why your call is really not impotant to them and why quicksand was way too big a fear in the ’90s. It’s unfiltered banter with equal parts hilarious, reckless, and strangely relatable.

Mark and Chris are back with a chaotic plunge into the weird, the absurd, and the unexpectedly personal. In this episode we take a hard-hitting look at some of humanity's greatest struggles: progress bars that don't move, printers that print blank pages and why your Roku waits for you to start a movie before performing an update; detouring into how nobody in 1970's Britain knew the Village People were gay and why Gilbert Gottfried never made a meditation CD. It’s unfiltered banter with equal parts hilarious, reckless, and strangely relatable.

This week we deep dive into British and American accents, the worst Christmas song ever recorded (a clue lies in Parumph, NV) and why bartenders are always rushed off their feet. Plus there's a new way to look at James Bond and lots of terrible Impressions of British rock stars.

Mark and Chris tumble through memories of cheap Casio drum machines, comedy songs, and the legendary Doctor Demento before spiraling into a debate about the Bee Gees’ falsetto years. Along the way, they uncover the surprising dirtiness of “Jack & Diane” and “Cecilia,” laugh about satanic messages hidden in backward rock albums, and swap stories of awkward family road trips and homemade water skis. The conversation veers into cartoons, Peanuts philosophy, UFO encounters, and terrible one-star reviews of national parks.

It’s part music nerdery, part nostalgia, and part roasting America’s greatest landmarks—exactly the kind of chaos you’d expect.