Toothbrush slander, cinnamon-on-toast propaganda, and a few catastrophic poo stories quickly unravels into a full buffet of chaos. There’s talk of cringe moments that still haunt us, and a multi-layered debate on fiber intake that would make any dietician resign on the spot. We debut a new segment, The Motion Has Been Passed and pitch a totally unhinged business idea: a late-night food truck called The Savaloy Wagon.

Eventually things settle into habits, laziness, fasting, Greek yogurt, resilience, reading, boredom, and an unwanted Facebook Marketplace feud. There’s a weight-loss challenge, a creativity challenge, and more anatomical oversharing than anyone asked for. It’s deranged, warm and occasionally useful. Just a classic week with the Savaloy Boys.

First-root confessions reveal a fishing village fiasco involving a tarp and a tea towel which slowly unravel into something uncomfortably human. It’s the full emotional arc: filth, laughter, and more tangents than anyone asked for. There the usual chat of heavy sets, budding bosoms, sleepless nights, and magnesium, before the conversation turns toward fathers, forgiveness, and the gravity of having kids.

By the end, things get raw. The jokes run out, the beers go quiet, and the Beef himself sheds a tiny, heroic tear.

It’s funny, it’s sad, it’s long, and it’s one of our best.

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A pub table near the toilets. Bad choices are made immediately, and defended passionately. There’s talk of zombies, furries, screen addictions, heavy nuts, gratitude, and fathers who didn’t quite show up. The tone shifts like a drunk jukebox — earnest, dumb, briefly profound, then dumb again.

Someone almost redeems themselves with a quote about facing death; someone else ruins it with the phrase “tattooable quote.” A small mercy is found somewhere between honesty and idiocy, and for now, that’s enough.

Somewhere between karaoke, introspection, and shaving small rodents, the lads accidentally stumble into a metaphor for modern life. From being “guinea pigs” in a punishing workshop to exploring the existential terror of actual guinea pigs, the conversation spirals through vulnerability, karaoke bar rules, and the occasional unsolicited dressing-down.

By the time they reach fasting, meditation, and Ronald Redford’s thoughts on failure, things start to make alarming sense. It’s a loose-limbed mix of friendship, philosophy, and faint regret — proof that enlightenment can sometimes arrive disguised as a trembling rodent with a well-maintained arse.

It starts as a round of forced compliments quickly spirals into open-eyed kissing techniques, vomit bombs out car windows, and an unnecesary comment regarding a boot and a trunk. We detour through homemade shoehorns, underwear pouches, Donald Ducking, and the mash-up nobody asked for: Meatloaf meets Beethoven, a.k.a. Meathoven.

From bodybuilding bronzer mishaps to the fine art of shitting before a marathon, the episode drifts between habits, heavy nuts(lies), Metamucil confessions, and the occasional attempt at Stoic wisdom. It’s heartfelt in places, ridiculous in most, and the kind of conversation that leaves you both dumber and strangely motivated.

One of us gets absolutely steamrolled by the flu and possibly karma, while the other relives a childhood prank so cowardly it still haunts him. There’s a decent amount of diarrhea talk—don’t worry, it’s metaphorical (mostly)—plus real attempts to make sense of those fragile moments when everything feels pointless, worthless, or just plain gross.

We wrestle with identity, resilience, the mental load of parenting, and the existential weirdness of being someone’s child and someone’s dad at the same time. Also: bad poetry, good Stoics, and a few unhinged thoughts about toothpaste. It's a mess. But a hopeful one.

And if you’ve ever tried to power through a mental health spiral using nothing but willpower and a hot water bottle—this one’s for you.

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A conversation that starts with childhood fads—yo-yos, marbles, and tragic haircuts—ends up veering into mortality, medical checkups, and why a finger in the bum has become such a clinical inevitability. Somewhere in the middle, we roast Lord of the Dance, and debate whether cock rings and Irish jigs have more in common than anyone asked for.

Art makes a return with watercolor nostalgia and a piece that accidentally channels the Illuminati, while vulnerability runs under the surface: what does progress actually feel like when you’re fighting old habits and mental fog? There’s laughter in the absurdity, honesty in the lows, and a surprising amount of energy spent on whether women’s jeans really button the other way.

Also, someone may or may not have killed a sparrow with a marble. Hard to tell.

Sexual jealousy. Not a topic we set out to cover, but it snuck in anyway—alongside badger metaphors, charcoal nudes, and an alarming number of cello references. What starts as a chat about surprising opinions ends up veering into teenage regrets, parenting stoner kids, and how to navigate aging when your balls start going grey. It’s reflective, chaotic, occasionally uncomfortable—but always curious.

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There’s serious conversation in the mix—about what we’d tell our teenage selves, the quiet panic of trying to raise emotionally resilient kids, and what happens when you realise you’re not who you used to be. But it's wrapped in a swirl of sausages, dubious art critiques, and a firm stance against bellybutton rings on men named Mitch.

Also, there’s a painting of a nude man with the word “PERV” scrawled over his groin. So, you know, balance.