# 75 Casualty Ward: Broken Arms, Bush Convoys & After-Hours Shenanigans

Ep# 78 Rage Against The Woo Woo

Justin is back and we absolutely lose it — fucked-up camera angles, mystery noises, weird beers that taste like smoothies, and one legendary dodgy flatmate who pissed in bottles. Come for the chaos, stay for the laughs (and the sex-swing chat, the UFO sightings, and the piss-grate tales). Pull up a beer, make yourself at home — we're rambling, honest, and delightfully off-script. Hit play and join the mayhem.

Ep#77 Birthday Brews

Come hang with us in the garage for a messy, hilarious birthday episode — think acupuncture, cupping marks, dodgy internet, and more drunken tangents than you can handle. We chat aliens, prisons, canceled surgeries, and footy comebacks, punctuated by filthy laughs and true-blue Aussie banter. It's like a chat with your loudest mate — bring a beer.

Ep # 76 “F@ck the Tax, Man!”

Hey legends—-grab a beer and crash in for this one: Adam and Wes rip into taxes, tech fails, and wild on-the-road chaos. From a podcast website gone pornographic to bulldozers in pubs, busted cars and a rooftop tent gone sideways, it’s noisy, honest and very Australian. Stick around for the banter, the shocks, and a few heartfelt rants—you’ll feel like you’re sitting on the couch with us.

# 75 Casualty Ward: Broken Arms, Bush Convoys & After-Hours Shenanigans

Welcome back — just a chilled bonus episode where we ramble about a wild Back to the Bush fundraiser, four-wheel-drive chaos, and our mate Justin somehow managing to break his arm (and lose his pants). We also touch on hospital updates, YouTube copyright headaches, and the usual filthy banter. Pull up a beer, lean in, and listen like you’re right here with us.

#74 Modern Age Bogans

Hey legend— this episode’s a chaotic, honest hour of mates shooting the breeze: cars breaking down, green-screen gags, charity convoys, music memories, and raw talk about ADHD, parenting and life changes. No filter, just real chat and some filthy laughs. Sit back with a beer (or don’t), and enjoy the messy, warm chaos we’re just two blokes trying to make sense of the world while pushing buttons and cracking jokes. Stay raw.