Step inside the cigar lounge for another raw, unfiltered round of “3 Guys and Sometimes Bob.” This week, the crew fires off with Mama Velvet’s NSFW intro before diving headfirst into road-trip plans to Vancouver and Victoria, bum-fight street antics outside the lounge, and the bizarre 96-hour homeless relocation cycle that sparks some heated back-and-forth. Float trips down the river turn into tales of makeshift laundry lines, while Instagram conspiracies about aliens starting wildfires get torched with pure sarcasm. In between cigars and whiskey, the guys cook up a “Three Guys” barrel-aged label idea, wage an all-out mayo war (Duke’s vs. Best Foods vs. Miracle Whip), and relive their bargain-beer glory days. Things get serious late-night with a blunt debate on Russia, Ukraine, and what peace might actually look like.

Unedited. Uncorked. Always real. Pull up a chair and light one up—this is lounge talk at its funniest and most fearless.

From the cigar lounge: Big Tasha opens with a scorched‑earth courtside monologue about the WNBA’s latest “dildo‑throwing” fiasco, and the crew spirals into unruly sports jokes, barroom stories, and shameless overshare. It’s the signature Three Guys and Sometimes Bob mix—no script, no filter, just raw banter, cigars, and laughter. If you like outrageous comedy with local lounge energy and recurring characters, this one’s for you. (Cigar Cave vibes, Corvette chatter, NSFW humor.)

In this unfiltered, no-holds-barred episode of Three Guys and Sometimes Bob, the crew takes listeners on a wild ride through prison tales, livestock sex jokes, bizarre NFL quarterback rotations, and the economics of Mexican prostitution. They roast the American Eagle “great jeans” controversy, dive into Legionnaires’ disease outbreaks, and debate vampire diets, before shifting to political rants about tariffs, immigration laws, and government incompetence. Add in midget golf stories, slingshot golf inventions, steak at strip clubs, and a million-dollar livestock auction, and you’ve got nearly two hours of pure, chaotic comedy. Cigars lit, whiskey poured, and nothing is off limits.