The Goin' Deep Show

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-...

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...

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...

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 sexu...

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!"   Mean...

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 SH T!"   Meanwhile, some jackass waxes poetic about a Trans-Am and...

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...

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 po...

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 Hol...

Episode 2203, ripped from March 2012, is a vintage shitshow with Kid A.G.—the smug bastard who never misses a mic—leading the charge. JMac's chilling, whipping up meatloaf while yapping, and Gdub slides in mellow as fuck, half-lit. They dive into drunk debauchery, obscure Christian-approved sex terms—pegging's A-OK if it's not gay!—and geeky tangents. Kid's kid gets spooked silent by avalanche new...

Kid welcomes in Jay Bird talkin' about trucks sliding on ice, dumbasses flagging semis too late, chaos on I-75 and Florida's fuckroads. Semis don't care, crashing with beds to nap in. Jaybird caught Keanu sneaking out a Detroit dive and Kevin James will be in Saginaw soon; Kid's chasing a Paul Blart scribble—haters can choke, Leah Remini's too fine for that schlub. Thanksgiving flashback: Kid wish...

Time for some transgender sports bullshit. Two high school "dudes" sue to play girls' sports—Kid says fuck it, make it all co-ed or suck it up, 'cause these clowns don't even look like chicks. He's yaps about a chick-turned-dude freaking out on a plane—registered female, looks male, and the seat's a warzone.   Kid's howling about Kanye's swastika-shirt Super Bowl ad—what a dumbass, dentist-chair f...

Kid A.G. and El Pres cackling about Trump's Cheeto-dust face—spraying that orange shit like a cumshot gone wrong. He's late to the mic 'cause he was balls-deep, —then mocks hunters who still chase deer when tech's got us covered.   They buzz about Netflix's Saturday Night —Billy Crystal's backstage hustle and Milton Berle's massive hog and Curfew talk heats up—12:30 back in the day, El Pres's kid'...

Kid A.G. and El Pres in the studio, jacking up the line with Red Eye 2.0 on the horn. They kick it off grilling Red Eye about her night—up 'til 6 a.m., not sucking dick or getting pounded, just chilling with a regular and Blood Siren.   Shit gets spicy when she spills about Blood Siren's fiancé, a creepy perv who tried to shove her into molesting a passed-out pal.   Kid brags about banging that mo...

A full-on cock-punching assault with Kid A.G. and El Pres shitting all over the Bay City bridge fuckfest. They're plotting to strut across those bridges with their pants down, assholes winking at the Bay City Bridge cocksuckers, daring them to ram it in deep.   Kid's itching to drop daily audio turds, skull-fucking these toll-charging dickwads 'til they choke. Screwing downtown raw, and they're ra...

Kid A.G. kicks it off with the crew—Sleez, Big Red Man, Jay "The Mayor" Mac, and GDub, who's ducking the feds from some shady-ass hideout. They're slamming Sierra Nevada IPAs like it's their last day on Earth—Kid's chugging Ruthless Rye, Sleez is sucking down the black one, and they all agree the Torpedo'll fuck you up quicker than a hooker on payday. Kid drops a bombshell idea: a game called "N-B...

A booze-soaked, threesome-obsessed shitstorm that proves these degenerates peaked in a dive bar bathroom.   Kid A.G. kicks it off with Silverback, whose balls are "floating" from Sleeze's IPA, and Sleeze himself, last seen at JMac's wedding, probably still hungover.   Gdub's dubbed "Sarah Palin's Vagina" (SPV) and chimes in from his witness protection hideout, looking like the "Aliens" guy from Hi...

Kid A.G. corrals a pack of beer-guzzling Neanderthals into the studio for what can only be described as a verbal dumpster fire. Silverback's balls are apparently pregnant with some mystery ailment, leaving him fretting about nurses jelly-ing up his nut sack for an ultrasound—probably hoping one of them slips and gives him a happy ending. Silverback and Sleeze flex their brewmaster boners with home...

Red Eye hooks up with some Alaskan psycho who thinks Summer Shandy is his winter brew of choice and insists he's had a Sasquatch up his ass - showing off the fucking walk like it's some Bigfoot mating dance. They go off on some drunken fuck who decided to baptize the new bar stools with his piss, then moan about the bar's door being fucked with, turning everyone into walking, boozing idiots. Red E...

We start with you talking about waxing like it's a fucking art form, from snootch wax to bleeding nipples on live video.   Then we dive into a clip of some chick surprising her boyfriend with no panties, but he's talking about fucking seafood instead. "Do you get sea food?"   The conversation shifts to stanky cooch quicker than you can say "public restroom horror." And let's not forget the cum dum...

The episode kicks off with Kid A.G. and Hat Trick yapping about her fucking eyebrows like it's the goddamn end-all of human existence, but then she drops the bomb about not wanting some dude's cock slapping her in the face. "In my fucking mouth, not my fucking face" is the quote of the fucking century, and it's pure fucking gold. Then they dive into the Super Bowl, or rather, how Kid couldn't give...

We start by drooling over Hat Trick's tits like they're the fucking Mona Lisa of mammary glands, then dive straight into the art of juggling a "bag of dicks" like you're the fucking Houdini of horniness. Running out of porn?   Preaching about jerking off at work like it's the new fucking yoga. "Color-coded in red," because why the fuck not make your wank schedule look like a fucking bloodbath? Hat...

Talking about love on Valentine's Day, but all we get in this one is a front-row seat to a masturbation marathon while laying next to Jay Mac.   We're deep in the shit with 3D porn that makes your dick look like a fucking garden hose compared to the monster cocks on screen. Your living room? Sounds more like a fucking porn theater with an 80-inch screen of titties, making your place look like a cr...

We 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-t...

We start with a name game that's more like a fucking orgy of identity theft where Red Eye has to bang his old nickname out of some chick's ass. It's like a gladiator arena, but instead of swords, we're swinging dicks. We're talking about a world where moving day means throwing your back out with a literal bag of cocks, and Bad Dragon shit is the new religion. Cuddling's not just for pussies; it's...