Secret Sesh
I smoke a joint on my couch and talk to myself. That's it. Don't look for any deeper meaning or anything. Is this content? I don't know. I will not acknowledge this if you bring it up. I will pretend like I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just let it be. Ok, I'll talk to you later. I hope you're doing better.
- Update frequency
- every 6 days
- Average duration
- 15 minutes
- Episodes
- 70
- Years Active
- 2024 - 2025
Daddy, I'm Sucking These Grits Dry!
When there's a ghost you need to bust, who you gonna call?
Constantine. I feel like that guy is probably better equipped to handle something like that. Shia Laberdoodle is his friend and that counts…
Ok, So
In all seriousness- I think I talked into the microphone that wasn't recording. Sorry. Actually, no I'm not. This is an artistic choice, dog. Be cool. Damn, I fucked up.
The IRS Stole My Son!
There isn't always a pot of gold at the ned of the rainbow, but there is always a man with a green hat who has been overserved.
A Whole New World
I don't know what the hell is going on, but it's raining. Rain rain go away, come again another day. I gotta find better shoes.
Catch Me
The waves are ridden. Big shredders. Your face meets mine. We kiss under the beaming glow of Trump tower. We never see each other again. For shame.
Live From a Parking Lot
Hands Up
The river was running so we had to dam it up. It's all plugged now. I remember when plugs didn't just mean for hair- it's a damn shame that age comes faster than youth leaves you. Anyways, I was thi…
Gibberish, A Language For Monarchs
A man walks into a bar. He's not doing well. His wife left, his house burned down, and his car is quite literally, a nitrous fueled forklift. If this isn't hell, I don't know what is.
Philly to Pittsburgh
The churning. Butter. My guts. Yum yum in my tum tum.
The Motherload
Mama Mia, here I go again. I smoked a really lot amount. This was a big $40 blunt. Really too much, if I'm being honest. I feel like I've ruined my day, ergo. I think I'm gonna start using a bunch…
Make it Stop
The invasion will not be silent. We will overcome. Yeah, and two small orders of fries.
Footlong
Beating My Son