#0331 - CPAP Malfunction Turns Radio Host Into Chainsaw Goblin - 03/25/2026

This episode begins like a man waking up from a CPAP-induced battlefield, throat shredded like he lost a bar fight with a chainsaw, immediately confessing to crimes against sleep and romance—yes, he accidentally snored his girlfriend into psychological exile on her own birthday, setting the tone for a broadcast that spirals faster than a shopping cart with one broken wheel. What follows is a descent into listener suggestions that range from “play more rock” (which the station already does) to “sell junk on-air like a yard sale goblin,” which is promptly rejected with the fury of a man who refuses to become Craigslist with a microphone. Calls roll in, including one that threatens to revoke a CITY COUNCIL NOMINATION over excessive Sleep Token, proving democracy is fragile and apparently tied to playlist rotation. Meanwhile, Viktor declares war on scalpers, contemplates the existential horror of Foreigner being performed by five random dudes wearing ‘Foreigner skins’, and reflects on Vegas becoming a capitalist fever dream where water costs more than your dignity.But WAIT—it gets worse. The show veers into chaotic news hell: a man powers a bike with a dog like it’s a medieval punishment device, giant nightmare spiders begin their slow invasion of America (but politely avoid Idaho… for now), and a man gets arrested for the 98TH TIME, which raises the philosophical question: how many respawns does this guy have?? Then reality fractures entirely when a quadruple amputee cornhole champion allegedly commits murder, leaving everyone asking the same cursed question: HOW??—a mystery so baffling it becomes the episode’s spiritual black hole. Add in Olive Garden breadstick sandwiches (a culinary war crime), family betrayal via inappropriate flirting, Montana turning into New York 2: Cowboy Boogaloo, and a radio feud with podcast cryptids who insult people while dressed like rejected Easter eggs—and you’ve got an episode that feels less like a show and more like a fever dream hosted by caffeine, spite, and Gatorade. By the end, nothing is resolved, everything is louder, and Viktor is just trying to survive long enough to maybe, possibly, if the scalpers show mercy, attend a concert performed by the ghost of a band that used to be real.