This episode begins with a sleep-deprived descent into chaos as the host recounts a melatonin-free dream of creeping around his parents’ empty house, Victor and Becca watching Poltergeist static, and him repeatedly leaping off the stairs yelling “Look, I’m Rey Mysterio!” as if paranormal luchador cosplay was a bedtime routine. From there the show ricochets through National Cheeseburger Day mania (McDonald’s 50¢ burgers, Culver’s price shaming, the endless war over pickles) and a wild call-in thread imagining burgers with Spaghettios, fried avocado, candied bacon, jalapeño jam, deep-fried eggplant, and whole grilled onions large enough to crush a small child. There’s an extended rant about how renovations wreck relationships — toothpaste on the back of picture frames, crooked collages, and carrying dressers up third-floor stairs while questioning your own life choices — all before pivoting to a Shot Clock Sports Update about Sean McVay tearing his plantar fascia, a Minnesota Vikings fan building a 15,000-piece Lego stadium, and Amazon Prime streaming extra hours of The Masters.

The show then mutates into a satire of capitalism: Live Nation’s CEO claims concert tickets are underpriced, prompting a feral discussion about NBA benchwarmers making $20 million, the ethics of selling free tickets on Facebook Marketplace, and the physical manifestation of ticket-price stress as Victor’s mysterious shin pain (diagnosed live on air as possibly a blood clot, nerve compression, or dresser-moving trauma). From there we bounce to Dolly Parton’s Taco Bell order (Mexican pizza and mild sauce), a CPAP-in-Costco frozen section fantasy, a volcanic-ash government PSA showing Mount Fuji burying Tokyo, Samsung smart fridges inserting ads between your milk and your eggs, and a Scottish island where a herd of feral cows somehow received a package of Adidas sneakers. Finally, Sleep Token’s abs cause online meltdowns, Sabaton teams up with Johnny Hawkins, and the audience weighs in on what truly belongs on a burger. It’s a fever dream of burgers, blood clots, bureaucrats, and buff metal singers — exactly what your Thursday needed.

This episode of Peaches Pit Party plays like a fever dream broadcast from a ticket-transfer purgatory. Peaches opens by running between the K-Bear studio and the Cannonball studio like a deranged postman because Ticketmaster refuses to let him transfer Chevelle tickets without sending a fresh code for every single pair. By the time the show starts he’s out of breath, but still manages to hype the looming Chevelle / Asking Alexandria / Dead Poets Society concert and his accidental addiction to a $5 Steam game called Keep Digging (dig to 1,000 meters, set off a nuke, repeat). He also unveils the new To Peach Their Own question: “What’s something you pretend to hate but secretly love?” which immediately turns into listeners confessing their love for Crocs, compliments, cheesy rom-coms, yacht rock, and one guy who sheepishly admits to bingeing K-Pop Demon Hunters.

In between, Peaches swings hard into gamer mode — dissecting Grand Theft Auto VI’s May 2026 release and his fantasy of being a radio DJ voice in the game. Then comes a cascade of concert plugs (Static-X/Mudvayne in Pocatello, In This Moment at Mountain America Center, Halestorm possibly on the Aftershock lineup) and a “concert season is almost over” lament punctuated by snow in the Tetons. The sports update is pure chaos: NFL kickers smashing 50-yarders because they now get to shape footballs like Play-Doh, Tom Brady confusing everyone by being both a Raiders insider and Fox commentator, and US Open fans downing 738,459 honey-deuce cocktails.

Peaches then veers into an age crisis triggered by Rams coach Sean McVay tearing his plantar fascia while celebrating, leading Peaches to recall throwing his own back out in a gym parking lot at 24. From there it’s an out-of-nowhere Pedro Pascal rant — including eye-infection selfies, an “industry plant” conspiracy, and a prediction of Pascal’s imminent downfall. He plugs the Crazy Figure Eight Car Races, rants about Chipotle opening in Idaho Falls (“No, we’re not California, calm down”), flexes on his office fantasy football league (still undefeated thanks to “Jacoby Lastname”), and closes on a very Idaho fall note: Costco’s four-pound pumpkin pie and the cult of “The Joy of Costco” book. The whole show is a live-action meme about adulthood: streaming anime with your kid, eating $6 pies, pretending to hate K-pop but humming it at work, and screaming about Ticketmaster codes while snow creeps toward the Tetons.

This episode of Peaches Pit Party is what happens when you cram a Walmart holiday aisle, a Yellowstone geyser, and a metal festival lineup into a blender and hit “purée.” We kick off with Peaches discovering it’s 100 days until Christmas, then spiraling about Rexburg Walmart being looted of mirrors by returning college students. After plugging the Halfway Giveaway for Aftershock Festival (GA passes but BYO airfare), he whiplashes into In This Moment ticket giveaways and the upcoming crazy Figure-8 Car Races at the Rigby Fairgrounds. From there, the show takes a hard left into Yellowstone Park’s hat crisis — over $6,000 worth of sunhats, bucket hats, pizza boxes, and a ball cap literally reading “I pee in the lake” retrieved from geysers this year. This somehow segues into Peaches’ hat-size woes: his upcoming 1920s jazz party costume requires a fedora so large it could double as a satellite dish.

Then it’s international sports absurdity: the World Stone Skimming Championships cheating scandal (stones secretly ground to perfect skipping size, judged by a device called the “Ring of Truth”), Peaches fantasizing about discovering his friend is a secret stone-skimming legend, and the surreal purchase of Fyre Festival’s trademarks by LimeWire. The sports update continues with Joe Burrow’s turf toe surgery, Tom Brady’s flag football comeback in Saudi Arabia, and NASCAR driver Ryan Blaney’s nephew hijacking his race radio mid-lap to cheer him on.

The back half goes full “rock and roll group therapy.” Peaches dunks on Zach Bryan fence-hopping to fight Gavin Adcock, riffs on bizarre country artist names (“Braxton Moonshine,” “Theodore Spaghetti Strings”), and laments missing Bring Me the Horizon, Motionless in White, and The Plot in You while hyping up Chevelle and In This Moment shows. We then veer into Stephen King film adaptations, unread horror books collecting dust, and Atreyu’s suspicious online funeral stunt (RIP bio, atreyuisdead.com). Finally, the episode crescendoes with the Benson Boone cameraman urination scandal in Florida and a British dental hygienist who sued a coworker for $33,000 over repeated eye rolls. By the time Peaches and a caller start roasting bands they “want to like but just can’t” (Sleep Token, Pearl Jam, Volbeat, Coheed and Cambria), the episode has transformed into a live-action Onion article. It’s chaos, it’s music nerd confessions, it’s the only show where hats, haunted houses, and hardcore breakdowns collide.