In this episode of TAIV2, we sit down with Indy Steve, who tells a wild, hard-to-believe-but-true story about his first marriage — and how it unravelled.

What starts as a normal relationship slowly reveals itself as something much darker. Steve walks us through discovering that his first wife was an out-and-out scammer, spinning lies, manipulating people, and leaving chaos in her wake. The story raises a bigger question that keeps coming up as the details unfold:

This episode digs into trust, red flags, and the uncomfortable reality of how convincing the wrong person can be — especially when you’re too close to see it clearly. Equal parts shocking, reflective, and darkly funny, it’s a reminder that sometimes the craziest stories are the real ones.

Life just keeps pulling the football away from Fobes. Topics include self driving cars, grief mooching and dominating the media cycle. Plus, Porn at the Virgin…WE GET IT.

Tony is having trouble speaking today and is making some risky choices…Topics include, porn trends and tech, some uneducated political takes, and watching Tony eat. With all the talk about invasions, someone keep an eye on the Irwins!

Well, you'll see. It's the first show of the show of the year and BMo does a reset. He's talking holidays, sexy robes, rival schools, porn trends and some year end comedy reviews.

I promise we only talk about the truck simulator for, like, a few minutes.

Fobes was a late scratch so instead BMo talks about deep v's, shirt related material, and bank lobby farts. Plus our reaction to Billboards top comedians list. Go to discord and tell us if taicon should take to the sea!!!

We have a guest…and he brought sound effects. The main street Haitian talks about his cruising tips, getting off the beaten path, and all the different ways to eat on a boat. Plus, I think Tony is a nazi.

The old bus stop sat at the edge of town, paint peeling like sunburned skin and the timetable long since bleached into unreadable paper. Every Thursday at sunset, Brian would stand there with his hands deep in his coat pockets, waiting for a bus that no longer ran. People assumed he was odd, or nostalgic, or simply lonely — but Brian never explained himself. He watched the road the way sailors watch the horizon, eyes steady, expecting movement in the stillness.

One evening, a shape appeared on the far end of the highway — not a bus, but a person in a red coat, walking with purpose. As she reached the stop, she smiled like she had been gone only a day. “Hey, Brian,” she said, her voice soft but sure. And for the first time in years, Brian smiled back. The town didn’t know who she was or why they embraced like old promises, but from that night forward the road seemed less empty, and Brian no longer waited alone. The bus never came, but something far more important finally did.

Don't worry, it's not what you're thinking. Fobes talks the shutdown, the Palms and road closures. Plus his barely legal porn habits. Disgraceful.