All The Feelings!

What does it mean to apologize like an adult—and why does grief support always feel like a pop quiz you’re destined to fail? This week, Pete and Tommy explore why grown-up regrets are messier than ever, and how sometimes the best support is just showing up with a pizza.

Pete feels like a laid-off CEO now that his kids have moved out, while Tommy wonders why his rescue dog acts like a saboteur at the beach. It’s an episode about growing up, letting go, and what to do when someone pees on footware.

Pete and Tommy take on the emotional chaos of productivity and procrastination, where calendar clutter becomes a spiritual crisis and analog clocks might just save your life. Also, the story of Franz Ferdinand—yes, that one—becomes a surprisingly perfect PSA for checking your to-do list.

Ever started a fight in your head, won it spectacularly, only to realize the other person didn’t even show up to the battlefield? Welcome to adulthood, where conflict is less about actual shouting and more about side-eyeing someone into oblivion while whispering “I’m fine” with enough passive-aggression to wilt a cactus.

This week, Pete accidentally runs for office and Tommy desperately tries to get selected for jury duty—two adults chasing civic engagement like it’s a slightly weird amusement park ride with no height requirement. Along the way, we unpack the absurd beauty of local government, honor the sacred power of the “I Voted” sticker, and guide you through a meditation that ends—quite naturally—in institutional collapse.

Why is it so hard to make friends as an adult—and even harder to keep them? Pete and Tommy dive into the shame, science, and slow fade of adult friendships.

Pete faces the gym. Tommy faces the doctor. Together they unpack protein, strength, and adulting with a pulse over 130 bpm.

In the Season 10 premiere, Pete and Tommy confront the myth of the American Dream, one broken oven and terrifying IRS form at a time. From homeownership FOMO to tax-time existential spirals, it’s a full-frontal emotional audit of what it means to feel wildly unprepared… again.