It started with an idea. Actually… a few ideas.

One of them involved politics. That one didn’t make it very far—mostly because Don and Jake wanted to remain friends.

Around the same time, Jake and Sammie were having a different kind of conversation: Everyday life. The moments—big and small—that make you stop and ask the same question over and over again:

What the fuck?

That question became the foundation. Jake pitched it to Don. Just real conversations, honest reactions, and different generations trying to make sense of the same world. Don loved it.

What followed were unfiltered discussions about work, relationships, culture, and the everyday chaos we all deal with—told through the perspectives of two Gen Xers and a millennial. Sometimes funny. Sometimes thoughtful. Sometimes accidentally insightful.

That’s what The XMXperience is.

Not a rebrand. Just a better name for what this always was.

If you like real conversations, generational perspective, and moments that make you laugh, shake your head, or quietly think “how is this normal?”—you’re in the right place.

Welcome to The XMXperience.

🎙️ What The Fuck – Episode 6: Fish and Chips

Just when you think you’ve heard it all… nope. Not even close.

Sammie kicks off this episode with a neighborly tale that immediately raises the question: who let these kids become feral? Full-blown chaos erupts when her neighbor’s kids start flinging fire ants at each other. Spoiler alert: we still don't know the Whole story.

Next, Don takes us on a Thanksgiving road trip from Florida to Louisiana, where questionable driving isn’t just a behavior—it’s a lifestyle. Fresh off the highway, he rolls straight into his Top 3 Worst Drivers of the Week, based on license plates, because accountability matters… especially on the road. If you’ve ever yelled “HOW do you still have a license?” at your windshield, this one’s for you. Georgia, this may Not be the best episode for you.

Jake wraps things up with a full-on meltdown over a California restaurant that decided to get creative with the meaning of “Fish and Chips”—and not in a good way. When cost-cutting meets wordplay and customer expectations, the result is culinary confusion, righteous outrage, and a passionate debate over what words are actually supposed to mean. The WTF crew is not okay with this.

From fire ants to bad drivers to food crimes, Fish and Chips delivers exactly what the name promises: confusion, frustration, and a whole lot of What The Fuck/Fish?

🎙️ WHAT THE F***, Season 3, Episode 5: “Hillbilly B****

The episode where your three favorite degenerates decide it’s a great idea to record… under the influence. What could possibly go wrong?

Welcome back to another chaotic, unfiltered, absolutely unnecessary ride with Don, Jake, and Sammie as they stumble—literally and verbally—through a night of intoxicated storytelling, questionable decision-making, and pure “what the actual fuck” moments. This episode earns its title early, and trust us… it only gets wilder from there.

The madness kicks off with a story straight out of the “you can’t make this shit up” file: a DoorDash driver who thought it was totally appropriate to record one of her customers passed out naked on his couch and blast it onto social media like it was just another Tuesday. The crew breaks down the legal, moral, and deeply disturbing logistics of the situation while also acknowledging that, yes, this is exactly why everyone should tip—but maybe also wear pants.

But the night doesn’t end there.

In true Don fashion, he caps off the episode by casually dropping the story of how he almost got into a brawl in a restaurant parking lot, all because some grown adults forgot how to behave in public.

This episode has it all:

🍺 questionable sobriety

📦 naked DoorDash customers

👊 parking-lot almost-fights

🤣 unintentional comedy

🤦‍♂️ intentional chaos

If you’re here for polished professionalism… sweetheart, you clicked on the wrong show. But if you want unfiltered storytelling, genuine belly laughs, and three friends spiraling together on-mic, welcome home.

Hit play. Buckle up. And prepare to say “WHAT. THE. FUCK.” at least five times.