Sunday, July 26, 2026
Ariel Winter with the Sting Operation of the Century
Welcome, Everybody, to Nickelodeon GUTS! And GORE! And VIOLENCE! And BLOOD!
Saturday, July 25, 2026
This Has Been a Gracie Films Presentation
Friday, July 24, 2026
HEY, HEY, HEY! We Got Another Hollywood Reboot!
Thursday, July 23, 2026
A History of Violence...Against Internet Trolls
Extroverted Party Hostess vs. Garrison's Autism: Forever in Search of Common Ground
Wednesday, July 22, 2026
Night Ride
Put a fucking muffler on your ’57 Chevy
It ain’t that deep and it ain’t that heavy
The rest of the block is trying to sleep
And you’re raping our ears like a bus stop creep
Mediocre white guy going for a night ride
You’re a perfect candidate for a gangland drive-by
You peaked in high school and it never got better
Yet you throw shade at those who ain’t swimming in cheddar
Your noisy engine is your personality
It’s all that’s remembered after road fatalities
Adrenaline junky looking for your next high
So you speed towards the ramp, get ready to fly
Motocross, but with a piece of shit car
You might have had a few Miller Lites at the bar
Mix it with your Monster and a case of Red Bull
MAGA flag on one side, the other side is rebel
Hoot and holler so they can hear you in China
And if they complain, say they have a vagina
That’s full of sand and pieces of Mae Young’s hand
Congratulations, you’re an Aaron Lewis cover band
Speed right off into the dark of the night
And if you get pulled over, put your dukes up and fight
Blue Lives Matter until you throw the first punch
Now a fully loaded pistol is eating you for lunch
Should we call you patriotic or have a good laugh?
I’d call you a comedian, but you suck at the craft
Your whole life is comedy, it’ll end in tragedy
Even worse if you’re a student at the Rape Academy
Pee-Wee Herman (Rest in Peace) vs. Tina Descovich, Founder of Mommies For Lubrication, I Mean, Moms For Liberty
Tuesday, July 21, 2026
Tom MacDonald Had a Pharm
Nyla Rose: the Secret Desire of Transphobic Men Everywhere
Monday, July 20, 2026
Vinny Verhei from Wrestling Observer Live vs. AJ Styles from WWE: You Can't Please Everybody, So Don't Even Try
Nate Silver vs. Donald Trump a.k.a. the REAL King of Wishful Thinking, Not Go West
Sunday, July 19, 2026
Kleptometer
VERSE 1
You had decades to put two slugs in my chest
And you couldn’t be bothered to give me your best
You spent your whole life in agony because I exist
For the love of god, move on, because we all insist
You need around-the-clock care for your butthurt derriere
You failed on purpose, yet you say it’s not fair
That I breathe in greatness and breathe out revolution
While you’re writing angry essays on The Final Solution
CHORUS
I’m so happy that I wasted your time
Not a great place to stick all your nickels and dimes
Save your Benjamins and Hamiltons for NFTs
The kleptometer’s readings are really sending me
VERSE 2
Put some money in my wallet just like you should
Then you say you’ll go nuclear if my work isn’t good
Sight unseen is how you describe your purchase
But you already decided that my thoughts are worthless
Guys like you and me have never been equal
We share the biology, but we’re two different people
You put too much stock in burning down the whole planet
And you blow a gasket when I say I won’t have it
CHORUS
I’m so happy that I wasted your time
Not a great place to stick all your nickels and dimes
Save your Benjamins and Hamiltons for NFTs
The kleptometer’s readings are really sending me
VERSE 3
Curiosity never once killed the cat
It never killed anyone, what do you think about that?
But sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong
Is so much worse when you think you’re never wrong
I’ve got a lifetime of lessons I could pass down to you
But you’re special, so you don’t need anything new
Just keep opening your mouth for a helping of slop
And keep on chowing down until your belly pops
CHORUS
I’m so happy that I wasted your time
Not a great place to stick all your nickels and dimes
Save your Benjamins and Hamiltons for NFTs
The kleptometer’s readings are really sending me
OUTRO
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Your palms are sweating as you count down the clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Only minutes remain until you’re stiff as a rock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
You could have forged any path you wanted to
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Now you take your last breath, bitch face goes blue

















