We are in Martin's newly IKEA-furnished home. Drake thanks for coming to the six but pleaseee check in with us. We show you how to k*** someone, so you must tune in.
We go through the experience of being Toronto manz and how it has affected our code-switching behavior. Davinkis party hard but we party harder. We get laced a backyard jazz function. It's all happening now.
In Martin's absence, Hamzah jumps in the deep and drinks an entire Americano. This triggers a legendary 39-minute rant about war, politics, poverty, and karaoke. Warning: there is a hat switch halfway through.
Our brush with Dwyane da wock the Johnson, defending Northwest gagging her mom, Martin's famous babykeem impression, and our upcoming arrival to Cleveland.
For the first time, Santa Claus sits down with his chief elf Eric Elf to break down some of the logistics of carrying out the monumental task of bringing cheer to all the world's children.
We make the grave mistake of perusing the back alleys of reddit and come to the conclusion the the world will come to a fiery end a trump will be president.
We dive into the phobias that plague our species. Watch us regress into when the air was sweet and the cicadas were singing. Martin tries to befriend a child.
Oh all the drama is addressed trust me...sit down grab some popcorn and chocolate and even a blanket and watch it all be addressed. Hasan Piker, Mandy, and even more.
We reminisce about our high school experience and pray our peers and teachers aren't dead. What subject would we teach at your school. Also never glaze a bop or rizz her as well come on bro.
As Hamzah recovers from his dangerous operation, these two Youtubers recount their psychedelic weekend. Which one of these two have a foot fetish? Leave you educated guess in the comments bellow.
We have landed in Curacao where we attempt to enjoy ourselves. Martin reveals his brother, and we discover white people's undomesticated origins. As I'm typing this 24 hours later and Martin is covering Mandy in yogurt to slow her burns.
Although the lighting is dreary, we are not. We come to you full of light and optimism. It's our last day on the island and we recap our trip and the Drake beef simultaneously. Not too mention some poetry fun at the end.
Don't be glum this is actually good news! With our return from the island a new chapter awaits, and Mandy can you use the living room on Sunday mornings now.
We tear Wingstop a new one, Hamzah loses his blue check (sad), cremation, who not to rent from in Toronto from, and we start a new new fun segments woah.
Things mentioned in this episode: The first opium war, furries, inside out 2, dreams, cat breeds, Yemen's civil war, first high experiences, and more. A truly psychedelic episode.
We regress when to when consequences were alien, and reprimand was fiction. Hamzah has the hotties for a stranger, Martin bathes in soup, Trump is in trouble.
Biden has dropped out presidential race, and we respond by making smule remix's, amongst talk of circuses, legs, and incredible surgeries done under anesthesia? What the heck humans are awesome.
Reviewing Sheamus's performance on love island, a proposal on the podcast what woah, reminiscing of the the first take of the pod we did but camera wasn't on.
idk why we've been talking about our childhoods for the past 3 weeks guys what does this mean. Next episode will be a really cool zoom one who is excited.
You wish you could afford Hamzah's outfit. He does smell like a hot glue gun but he feels confident and that is what matters. Martin plans how he will change on his trip abroad, spending time with his grandfather with dementia.
Martin is glowing in his prime baecay vibes. Hamzah is struggling without him and that is OK. We watch scary movies at the same time without knowing who would've thought wow
Hamzah does a tarot card reading and Martin doesn't cuz he's a baby. Our aspirations, some regressing, some tiktok insider info, a little here a little there.
The title has nothing to do with this episode. Hamzah came in late with the bape, they apologies for their mistake, the memories that we make, there's no mistake, that it's never too late ayeeee
