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.

The September 15th episode of Peaches Pit Party is less a podcast and more a caffeinated scrapbook of chaos. Brenden “Peaches” Peach begins by raging against Command Strips, turning a simple poster-hanging project with his girlfriend into a war on adhesives. From there we swerve into the Half-and-Half Game, a Frankenstein audio challenge that lets you win Aftershock passes — but only if you also bankroll your own trip to Sacramento because, as Peaches stresses approximately 7,000 times, K-Bear is not paying for your gas, flights, or hotel. We take detours through holiday travel trauma, a Chili’s-induced road-trip meltdown, and a Google Flights oracle promising the cheapest plane tickets if you book on Halloween. Then it’s sports anarchy: Georgia Tech fans yeeting a goalpost into their president’s swimming pool, WrestleMania moving to Saudi Arabia, and a Jaguars employee gambling away $20 million on FanDuel. Peaches then invites you into horror-movie real estate hell — the actual Conjuring farmhouse, now in foreclosure and ready to haunt a new owner for $2 million. Lieutenant Crane swoops in with Crazy Figure Eight Car Race tickets, Apple confuses everyone with iOS 26, and Android users get roasted like Dr Pepper drinkers at a Pepsi convention. The episode then devolves into Peaches listing metal bands he just can’t vibe with (sorry Gojira, Opeth, Machine Head) while plotting future “To Peach Their Own” questions. As if that’s not enough, we get a crawl-space squatter arrest, a California woman registering her dog to vote (with an “I Voted” sticker pic, naturally), and a whiplash-inducing pivot to Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, and Yungblud’s mysterious collaboration that Peaches initially mistakes for a Tyler Perry cameo. The entire show feels like a roller coaster built in Thrillville Off the Rails — and Peaches is gleefully pulling the lever marked “derail.”

Today’s Peaches Pit Party podcast episode was like cramming a three-ring circus, a late-night gas station fever dream, and a nostalgia-fueled video game arcade into one hour of unfiltered chaos. Peaches barreled out of the gate with two massive giveaways — one sending listeners into the In This Moment VIP stratosphere (complete with Maria Brink meet-and-greets and onstage walkouts), the other launching a gladiatorial “Half & Half” audio challenge to win Aftershock festival passes — while simultaneously roasting anyone who thought flights, hotels, and gas were included (“Sell plasma, baby!”). From there, the show swerved into a full-blown horror movie of dead pets in a storage unit, then ricocheted into National Video Game Day where Peaches unleashed his inner retro-gaming gremlin, honking his “old game” horn at anyone who dared to mention Pong, Frogger, or Oregon Trail. Victor wandered in like a side-quest NPC carrying a bucket of Mudvayne entries while Peaches drew a winner live on-air, sparking a debate about handwriting gender stereotypes. We got a Shot Clock Sports Update that somehow crammed in Baltimore Ravens discount beer, Andy Murray’s post-tennis golf obsession, NASCAR rock-collecting tires, and Idaho officially crowned “Worst State for Sports Fans.” And just when you thought you’d heard it all, Peaches gleefully recounted a Chinese indie developer’s heartbreakingly weird Game Boy tribute to his deceased grandma, plotted to traumatize his girlfriend with notorious arthouse films, and then took a left turn into a heartwarming story of a Kentucky nurse performing CPR on a drunken baby raccoon. The episode ended in a dopamine hurricane of Pajama Sam nostalgia, Steam shopping cart chaos, and the horn of doom as listeners confessed their earliest gaming sins. It was equal parts morning zoo, funeral procession, and raccoon rehab center — the ultimate Peaches Pit Party energy.

This episode of Peaches Pit Party careens off the rails like a shopping cart full of Edgar Allan Poe bathroom décor. Peaches opens by wrestling with the emotional weight of September 11th, only to pivot into a frenzy of concert giveaways, workplace jargon trauma, and an unfiltered hatred of Thanksgiving turkey. We’re treated to a Venezuelan government declaring Christmas in October, a ceramic Poe-on-the-toilet anecdote, TikTok travelers mistaking Tunisia for Nice, and a hall-of-fame rant about iCloud storage charges. Fantasy football dilemmas spiral into a father-son showdown about NFL survivability, while Peaches crowdsources the pettiest things people hate to pay for (spoiler: fry sauce and plastic bags make the list). There’s stalker-song paranoia featuring Hall & Oates, Blondie, and The Police, Idaho Preferred Month propaganda, Spirit Box heartbreak, Florida rain-based shoplifting excuses, and Uber helicopters because walking is for peasants. All of this is stitched together with shout-outs to Five Finger Death Punch, Babymetal, Halestorm, and the K-Bear 101 app — plus a brief existential breakdown over social media posting. This is not a podcast episode. It’s a fever dream disguised as local radio content, and you’re better off strapping in than trying to follow the logic.

On this absolutely feral episode of Peaches Pit Party, Peaches (still recovering from a zombie-grade sinus infection) careens from breaking news about Charlie Kirk getting shot at a Utah rally to unwrapping Bad Omens’ new pop-leaning single like a confused rock dad opening a glitter bomb. In between casually dunking on his own sleep schedule, Peaches spirals into the saga of a British train conductor who hasn’t slept in two years, accuses chocolate chip cookie dough of being the devil, and wonders aloud if chloroform counts as a bedtime strategy. The show detonates further with a rehash of the rogue Phillies “Karen” who stole a baseball from a kid, Peyton Manning begging Pope Leo XIV to appear on the Manningcast, and Mississippi State getting slapped with a half-million-dollar fine for storming the field. Then it gets truly chaotic: Peaches debates whether collectible monster toys called Labubus make people undateable, confesses his Funko Pops are the “modern fruitcake,” and rants about hacky sack skills dying out faster than AOL chatrooms. He laments deer’s kamikaze highway tactics, curses Idaho Falls traffic like it’s personally plotting against him, and then veers into sunscreen-flavored ice cream, tortellini versus Taco Bell combo meals, listener call-ins about shepherd’s pie and chicken-fried steak, and the mythic cheat codes of real life (“compliment strangers” and “be nice to maintenance people so they don’t leave your door unlocked all weekend”). By the end, it’s a fever dream of food cravings, nostalgia for Ocean View High’s dark room, and UFO-style mystery booms in New Jersey. This episode is part AM shock jock, part cooking show, part paranormal radio, and 100% Peaches slowly losing his mind in real time.

This episode was a fever dream of Peaches trying to convince the world he’s the best boyfriend ever because he carried a couch up three flights of stairs, while also nearly dying from a one-day plague. In between coughing fits and flexing about his heroism, he waged open war against Command Strips, which betrayed him like a treacherous ex by yeeting his prized ticket shadow box and a Long Beach print straight to the floor in the dead of night. From there, he spiraled into fantasy football glory, bragging about his week-one domination while simultaneously plotting a giant loser-shaming trophy courtesy of his family’s trophy shop. Sports chaos continued with NFL fans smacking players in the helmet, Phillies Karen stealing baseballs, and the Savannah Bananas trolling the entire concept of sanity. Then Peaches wondered what the fourth-best city in America is (spoiler: it’s definitely not San Francisco unless you’re into poverty-level hill sprints). Somewhere in the chaos, he roasted Gen Z for allegedly being too terrified to pump gas, mocked a TikToker for making pasta mid-flight, and marveled at a drunk Canadian dude joyriding in a pink Barbie Jeep. By the time aliens entered the conversation—demanding humanity’s proof of worth—listeners decided the only things worth saving Earth for were music, dogs, and maybe tacos. Oh, and Phillies Karen officially achieved internet immortality while Peaches feared his own “Karen moment” could someday be immortalized over a Dairy Queen Blizzard. Truly a descent into madness, one Command Strip at a time.

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