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🕑 Added 2024-12-20 20:49:00 +0000 UTC

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Visual Gags/Bits 12:24 - Picture of Luke spreading his ass (NOT) 54:56 - Luke storming in "buck naked" at the mention of his flushing habits (also cut out due to cowardice)

Darksh0ck97

This is actually goated asf who knew super mega fans were also creative writing experts

Legenb3rry

"The Late Night Plan" It was past midnight, and the city skyline twinkled like a thousand tiny fireflies caught in a jar. Matt leaned against the counter in Ryan’s small apartment, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee. The plan they’d been working on for weeks lay spread across the table—a mess of blueprints, sticky notes, and half-doodled sketches of something that resembled a heist. “This is ridiculous,” Ryan said, rubbing his temples. “We’re not actually going to do this, are we?” Matt grinned, the mischievous gleam in his eyes betraying every ounce of trouble they were about to get into. “Oh, we’re doing it. You can’t back out now.” Ryan sighed and slumped back into his chair. “Explain to me again why breaking into the old art museum is a good idea?” “Because,” Matt said, dramatically emphasizing the word, “nobody else is brave enough to find out if the rumors are true.” “The haunted painting thing?” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “The cursed painting thing,” Matt corrected. “And don’t pretend you’re not curious. You’re just as into this as I am.” Ryan didn’t reply. Instead, he stared at the detailed map of the museum, his lips pressed into a thin line. Matt was right—he was curious. Too curious, really. The stories about the painting in the museum's basement had been circling for years, and part of him wanted to see it for himself. “Fine,” Ryan finally muttered. “But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Matt smirked, clapping him on the shoulder. “Deal. Let’s gear up.” An hour later, the two were crouched outside the museum’s back entrance, their breath visible in the cold night air. Ryan fidgeted nervously as Matt picked the lock with surprising ease. “Where’d you learn to do that?” Ryan whispered. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to,” Matt replied, flashing a grin as the door clicked open. They slipped inside, their footsteps echoing in the dark, cavernous space. The main exhibits loomed around them like silent sentinels, but Matt moved with purpose, his flashlight beam cutting through the shadows. “Basement’s this way,” he whispered, leading Ryan down a narrow staircase. The air grew colder as they descended, the faint hum of the city fading into an eerie silence. At the bottom of the stairs, they found a heavy wooden door. Matt hesitated, his hand on the handle. “Last chance to back out,” he said, glancing at Ryan. Ryan shook his head. “Let’s do it.” Matt pushed the door open, and they stepped into the room. The painting was there, just as the rumors had described—a massive canvas depicting a stormy seascape, its colors dark and brooding. But there was something unsettling about it, as if the waves were moving ever so slightly, crashing against invisible shores. “Creepy,” Ryan muttered, his voice barely audible. Matt took a step closer, his flashlight focused on the painting. “Do you see that?” “See what?” “The ship,” Matt said, pointing. “It’s—” Before he could finish, the room seemed to tilt, the air growing thick and heavy. The painting’s waves surged forward, spilling out of the canvas and flooding the room with icy water. “Matt!” Ryan shouted, grabbing his arm. The two scrambled toward the door, the water rising around their ankles, then their knees. Matt fumbled with the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. “What’s happening?” Ryan yelled. “I don’t know!” Matt shouted back, his voice tinged with panic. Suddenly, the water stilled, and the room was silent once more. When they turned around, the painting was gone. They never spoke of that night again, but the memory lingered, a haunting reminder of the dangers of curiosity—and the unshakable bond between two friends who’d faced the impossible together.

Joey Bryant

Cleaned the hell outta my bathroom listening to this thanks bros

Darksh0ck97

Where in the fuck is my fan fiction?! I’ve been an exec producer all year and i haven’t received a single one😡😡

Darksh0ck97

I’m so glad I wasn’t the only person to think of this

Darksh0ck97

Nice

Darksh0ck97

Ninja sex party?

Normal YouTube .

Nice

Yo momma.

I work in a grocery store preach Ryan people are so lazy

Lunaaaberry

Mike_c14

Test? Next week? even after The Guy just died...

Seth Wallace

It's NSP*

DeadGirlWalkin23

Forget Nathan, when's my Ryan's Christmas album coming???

Peasly

I can’t believe projared won most beautiful penis AGAIN

Ariael

RIP the guy

Tristan Cunningham

Not flushing your shit in public and not returning your shopping cart are worse than witnessing Jonestown.

Jovi

It's not Christmas yet, assholes! I got excited for Santa for no fucking reason this morning while listening to the pod. Where the fuck do you get off pretending today is christmas

Camren

I'll write to my MSP for the taiwan claim

Tj

“Jump down and say some Sharon shit”

Hotwery

You can Hong Kongese nuts

Jordan624

Nice

RGB

whoever rbb is on the producer tier fuck you for bait and switching me every time I see your name pass

TheQcMadKiller

Congratulations to Projared on his award, still hard to believe he beat Ryan

TyeDyeGuy

Supermega is atop of the global cabal! They know Luigi, they know trump, they trump shooter, they know all the world super powers and it's clear what side they are apart of. The side of freedom

marissa

what’s march 8, 2024??

Jordan624

Nice

Tristan Cunningham

I’m watching this on the way home from getting weed

Judah Brown

Very interesting to hear the boys thoughts on the Israel palistine conflict, although that was a very off putting take from Mathew, nonetheless great job funny brothers