In this episode, we take a hard nostalgic look at recess—the good, the bad, and the absolute shit. From four square and “the big toy” to concussions, staples, and questionable adult supervision, we break down why recess ruled… and why adults desperately need it back.

We also debut:

• A chaotic (and unnamed) nostalgia segment
• A full Uncle Chris Update involving layoffs, unions, overtime, and life choices
• The idea that recess for adults should be mandatory (with buddy benches)
• Whose Most Likely To cards 81–90
• A completely failed prank call that somehow proves a future episode idea

Plus, we plug a bonus interview with Brian Ruppert that may or may not have been buried for over a year.

It’s messy, loud, nostalgic, and way better than Episode 42. You’re welcome.

In this episode, we take a turn and get serious for a minute. We talk about what it’s like being dads watching our kids grow up—missing who they were, being proud of who they’re becoming, and not always knowing how to hold both at the same time.

There’s still laughter, chaos, and classic Dad Brotocol detours, but at the heart of this one is a real conversation about fatherhood, time moving too fast, and those quiet moments that hit harder than expected.

We’re not telling our kids’ stories. We’re talking about what it feels like to be their dads.

Thanks for being here. Sorry about that.

It’s the New Year’s episode… which means nothing goes according to plan.

Uncle RC waits. Uncle Chris is late. Technology immediately betrays everyone. From a painfully long cold open and a brutally honest 2025 Chris Life Review, to New Year’s resolutions that feel suspiciously low-bar, the guys do what they do best: argue, spiral, and somehow keep recording.

Along the way, they debate whether Travis Kelce is retiring, relive questionable road-trip memories, and test a wildly inappropriate adult card game that proves some situations really can get worse. There’s eggnog judgment, mic-distance policing, accidental therapy, and the realization that getting older mostly just means arguing about staying up past midnight.

It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s way too long in places. But hey — it’s a brand-new year.

Before we were dads… we were this.