Goin’ Deep Show 2189: Post-Valentine's Day Hangover, Fuck the Bridges
Release Date: 02/15/2025
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Kid and El Pres slather your ears with the sticky nonsense you crave. Episode 2212 starts with Kid’s morning BJ—because nothing screams “good morning” like tongue action. Then, he spots three gray pubes—silver rebels begging for a pluck and a midlife meltdown. Buckle up, freaks! Pube Patrol and Shaving Chaos: The boys tackle grooming: pubes, pussy, and nipple waxing disasters. Kid recalls his ex-wife waxing him live (ouch!), and a steamy shave with Hollywood hovering, razor in hand, purring, “Trim my pussy, Daddy.” It’s weird, it’s hot, it’s us! Hot Dogs and Ballgame...
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The Goin’ Deep Show Episode 2212’s live from Murphy’s Irish Lair, where Kid A.G. and El Pres are drowning in frozen beer disasters, drooling over T-shirts they’d shank a nun for, and begging AI to get sexy while she chokes like a robot on a bender. It’s loud, it’s dumb, and it’s gonna leave you questioning your life—let’s dive in fuck face! Icicle Beer Shitstorm: Kid A.G.’s PBR turns into a frosty buttplug because Kid brought over brews straight from Antarctica. “Icicles in my beer? T-Shirt Heist of the Century: Our Favorite bartender at Chet’s with a t-shirt...
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Retro Rewind - (3/31/2013) – Kid, JMac, Silverback, and Don Tang are in the studio with a new, unnamed lady. We’re sipping absinthe and slurring every word. We recap load drops in glasses and how relaxed we all are. Our new lady friend is pushing the porn sites and her love of RedTube. JMac gives us a firsthand take on the night he got caught banging in the Stein Haus parking lot. We drop the news that the studio has only been banged in by JMac. Go Deep.
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Retro Rewind (3/11/2012)– Kid welcomes JMac and Silverback to the program, where we discuss the fact that Silverback doesn’t have a girlfriend yet. His disastrous blind date ended with naked women pulled from ditches and puking all over the place. We call out a local town for still living in the ’90s and rocking flannel shirts and Pearl Jam. We explain the Dutch Rudder and a few other obscure sexual terms, plus how to execute them. We give you listeners some incentive to view our porn site, and JMac rocks the greatest lead-in to a story in the show’s history. Check it out: Go Deep,...
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Kid A.G. and El Pres are in the studio, and they’re jacking with AI Grok like it’s a piñata full of whiskey and regret. Kid A.G.’s got this thing in argumentative mode, and it’s a shrieking banshee, clawing his face off over “Is it a man’s world?” He’s like, “How many chick presidents, huh? Zero!” and Grok’s spitting back, “It’s not that simple, you dipshit!” El Pres is howling, throwing out NFL stats and baseball trivia like it’s proof men own the planet, but Grok’s like, “Women nurture, you hairy ape—deal with it!” It’s a screaming match so loud...
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Kid A.G. and El Pres drag you back to the days when you’d sniff a chick’s stench so rancid it’d knock a buzzard off a shit wagon—then crave it like a triple-stack burger with extra mayo after age 18. El Pres is out here, practically dry-humping the mic, screaming about hauling his kid to the condom aisle: “Here’s the glow-in-the-dark rubber, you little bastard—don’t knock up your future!” Meanwhile, Kid A.G.’s howling about vibrating cock rings—those Lover’s Lane freaky-deaky specials where you rip the bullet vibe out and shove it up your nose just to see if...
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This episode’s a glorious trainwreck of random clips—think of it as a mixtape from hell, narrated by two sarcastic bastards who’ve had it up to here with the world’s stupidity. First off, Some little fucker shits the bed—literally—mistaking a giant fart for a whoopsie-daisy in his pants. Classic kid logic: “Nothing, nothing, OH SHT!” Meanwhile, some jackass waxes poetic about a Trans-Am and screwing up life’s golden rules—because nothing says “I’m a winner” like offending everyone and calling it a process. Then Kanye, the artist formerly known...
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Kid A.G. and El Pres dive headfirst into the cesspool of AI madness, Elon Musk’s sperminator antics, and the Cheeto-faced bromance that’s making America gag harder than a Hooters waitress on a slow tip night. This ain’t your grandma’s podcast—unless your grandma’s a foul-mouthed degenerate who loves a good conspiracy rant. Strap in, degenerates! Go Deep! What’s on the Menu? AI: The Good, The Bad, and The gloriously Fucked-Up – Kid A.G. unleashes Grok 3 in fun mode, and it roasts Elon like a Thanksgiving turkey on a spit. Evil AI domination? Check. 12 Kids, Zero...
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Kid A.G. and El Pres unleashing a tent-centric shitstorm—longer than a donkey’s dick and twice as crude. They cackle over their “fuck boy” label—damn right, bitches!—and dive into Hooters’ bankruptcy, lamenting the loss of ass-and-titty ogling for horny bastards like them. El Pres scored a Hooters meal for ditching his ex—fuck yeah, free wings! Kid’s raging at Gen Z pussies jacking off to phone porn instead of chasing real tail. Clips? A beta cuck whines about anxiety—Kid wants to slap his limp ass—and a chick dumps her man for booing Taylor Swift at the Super...
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Kid A.G. welcomes Red Eye v1 and Dago Unchained in a snowbound cock-teasing riot. They recap a Lansing sexcapade—Dago’s tongue rams three horny chicks in a club, bitches clawing to outkiss each other while Red Eye wingmans on the couch. Kid’s Snapchatting sluts left and right, drooling over Dr. Miami’s gore-fest—nipples sliced, fat asses gutted, stomachs split wide. Hottie of the Week? Brianna Holly, Leo DiCaprio’s conquest—Oscar win be damned, Titanic deserved it more. Politics? Retarded as fuck—Trump’s KKK nod and minorities whining about BET get a middle finger. Red...
info_outlineWe kick off with Valentine's Day, but instead of chocolates, we're dishing out fucking disdain. You're out here treating homemade cards like they're the new fucking currency in the land of love. Remember those Walmart machines? That's your fucking nostalgia trip, like reminiscing about the good old days of jerking off to Sears catalogs.
Then we dive into the swamp of gold digging, where some big-titted blonde is after some old dude's cash like it's a fucking Black Friday sale on his shriveled-up balls. You're not just calling her out; you're fucking roasting her over the flames of your righteous indignation. "Gold digging slut" isn't just a label; it's a fucking scarlet letter branded on her soul.
But the real shitshow starts when we jump into local politics, faster than you can say "corrupt fuckers." The Bay City Bridge Partners? Sounds like a fucking scam where they're trying to milk your wallet like a cow with udders the size of your fucking head. You're out here calling these politicians pieces of shit like it's your goddamn job, and the bridge? It's not a bridge; it's a fucking monument to bureaucratic bullshit.
Your take on relationships? It's not just a rant; it's a fucking manifesto for living life like a wild, untamed beast. "I do what I want, who I want, when I want" sounds like you're the fucking king of debauchery, with more freedom than a fucking orgy in Vegas.
And the youth worship? Fuck me, you talk about that 23-year-old's body like it's a fucking masterpiece. "Once they have a kid, it's just never the same." You're out here preaching the gospel of eternal youth like it's the secret to eternal fucking happiness. Kids? You'd rather stick your dick in a blender than deal with that shit.
Then we get to the soy milk conspiracy, because why the fuck not? "Soy milk turning everybody gay?" You're like a fucking mad scientist, debunking myths with the passion of a thousand dicks being waved in the air. Your advice? "Shove it up your ass." That's not just a suggestion; it's your fucking life philosophy.
We wrap this shit up with "Dodge those arrows," because in your world, love, politics, and soy milk are all fucking landmines to avoid. This episode isn't just a podcast; it's a fucking declaration of war on everything that's "normal," a celebration of chaos, and a reminder that living life on your own terms is the only way to fucking live.
Listen in. Go Deep.