Episode 116 of Whiskey n Whine is less bourbon, more brunch—and significantly more accountability.

Mike bravely (and perhaps foolishly) invites both his mom and mother-in-law on the show for an early Mother's Day special, immediately regretting every life decision that led to this moment. Armed with mimosas instead of whiskey (for liability reasons), the moms waste no time exposing decades of Mike's finest work.

We learn that high school Mike was living a double-dinner lifestyle, somehow eating at home and at Kati's like a growing boy with zero shame. Meanwhile, the next generation isn't faring much better—burning instant mac and cheese by forgetting the one key ingredient: water.

Things escalate quickly as long-buried stories surface, including:

• The origin of Mike's legendary nickname: "The Groper"
• Why he was issued oven mitts for prom night
• The "totally just friends" camping trip that absolutely wasn't
• And the time Mike accidentally took ayahuasca at a house party, mistook headlights for a dragon, and heroically leapt onto a car hood to save the realm

We also uncover that:

• Madi is still upset she wasn't invited to her parents' wedding… despite not being alive yet
• Kati runs Mike's bar with an iron fist and a reputation that inspires fear
• A 12-passenger van for 13 people is apparently a sound financial decision
• And Alex is being pressured into full cabana boy duty, whether anyone is ready for that visual or not

It's heartwarming, it's chaotic, and it's deeply incriminating.

Happy Mother's Day—call your mom before she calls into a podcast and tells your worst stories instead.

Episode 115 comes to you live-ish from a hotel balcony at the Vancouver Hilton, where the audio is questionable, the decisions are worse, and the drinks are doing all the heavy lifting.

Mike and Alex are several beverages deep at the Celebrity Dance Competition, staring down the second-to-last comp of the season and feeling every bit of it in their souls (and livers). With one final showdown looming at the Oregon Convention Center—aka their personal hell—they're hanging on by a thread… and apparently by tiny plastic clothesline clips.

That's right, a new tradition has emerged: children sneak up and clip you to show affection. It's adorable in theory, but in practice it's turned two grown men into paranoid, flinching wrecks. Things escalate quickly when Mike's mom "accidentally" gooses Alex with one, and honestly… we're not convinced it was an accident.

The day spirals in the best way possible: Bloody Marys turn into Texas Marys topped with an entire BBQ platter, which turn into beers, which obviously turn into whiskey—because hydration matters. Meanwhile, Mike and Andy are trapped at the comp until 9pm, while Alex pulls off a legendary early escape at 2:30pm… immediately getting called out for sprinting back to the bar across the street after witnessing exactly one dance.

From their balcony perch, the guys also realize they have a little too much visibility into neighboring hotel rooms. So quick PSA: if you're staying at a hotel during a dance competition, CLOSE. YOUR. CURTAINS. You're welcome.

Also discussed: missed opportunities to launch objects off the balcony with a giant slingshot, serious consideration of sneaking into the lounge to deploy a hide-a-bed nap, and the general realization that they may be aging out of this level of nonsense… but absolutely will not stop.

It's sloppy, it's inappropriate, it's mildly concerning—and it's exactly what you signed up for. Cheers. 🥃

Episode 114 kicks off with the kind of pain you can only earn—two dozen deviled eggs deep and questioning every life decision that led you there. Let's just say Mike and Alex weren't the only ones suffering…shoutout to the spouses who survived the fallout.

From there, things get philosophical. If a decades-old fast food "happy meal" can sit in a glass case looking fresh as ever…what's stopping us from weaponizing those preservatives? Is immortality just a McRib away? Introducing the newest wellness trend: Dude Spa—where instead of cucumbers on your eyes, it's cheeseburgers on your face and fries exfoliating your pores.

Naturally, this spirals into Portland sports talk where the verdict is in: the Portland Trail Blazers are absolutely not making a meaningful playoff run—but at least we've got nostalgia. The guys dive headfirst into the Netflix throwback Jailblazers, reliving the glory days of the team, including the legend himself, Rasheed Wallace—yes, the same guy whose house once showed up on MTV Cribs and whose neighborhood Mike may or may not have personally downgraded for a brief period of time.

We've got stories about the "bad boys" era, questionable road trip decisions, and why buying a mansion in Dunthorpe is a great way to go broke strictly via property taxes. Meanwhile, back in reality, Mike is embarking on his farewell tour of smoked meat greatness—one last ride through Loowit and Smokin Oak, ending (as all great journeys should) with a heroic plate of brisket nachos.

It's episode 114: equal parts nostalgia, poor digestion, and a deep commitment to making the same bad decisions again…just with better seasoning.

It's Masters Sunday and the boys are doing it the only way they know how—stuffing their faces with egg salad, pimento cheese, BBQ pork, and an irresponsible number of deviled eggs while washing it all down with beer and a generous pour of EH Taylor Barrel Proof.

Andy joins Mike and Alex as they attempt to watch golf but instead spiral into what might be their most dangerous idea yet: opening a gentleman's club next to a golf resort. From "shooting an eagle" bottle service to the Tiger Woods Special shuttle, this business plan goes from questionable to absolutely unapprovable in record time.

Meanwhile, Mike laughs so hard he considers medical intervention, Alex realizes his Augusta pine cone dreams are dead, and the group commits to finishing 24 deviled eggs… consequences be damned (mostly for their wives).

Also on the card: surprise "breast lift" texts that aren't what they seem, a loyalty program that rivals the FedEx Cup, and the horrifying concept of golfers trading "jerseys" on the 18th green.

Golf was watched. Eggs were eaten. Regrets are pending.

Mike and Alex are back during the least productive time of the year—where brackets are busted, work is optional, and the only real priority is not finishing last and having to cook dinner for everyone else.

March Madness is wrapping up, The Masters is here, playoffs are looming, baseball is back… and absolutely nothing is getting done. Mike is locked in on the real headline of The Masters (the egg salad sandwiches), while Kate prepares for the inevitable gas-related consequences. The guys also workshop whether Augusta should lean into chaos and just add deviled eggs to the menu.

Somehow, a drone made its way into the Final Four (indoors??), which sparks a completely reasonable discussion about Olympic drone racing and why skeleton athletes probably need them most. Meanwhile, the podcast reaches a new level of maturity—by admitting they desperately need a research department… or just more AI.

Spring has arrived way too early, yard work is already undefeated, and the guys are exhausted. But nothing compares to the ultimate mystery: how does Tiger keep finding himself in DUI situations when he has unlimited money, access, and presumably the ability to never drive again? The math simply doesn't add up.

Elsewhere, Cooper is deep into "Senior Assassin," a game that feels wildly more illegal than anyone remembers high school being. The guys wonder how many felonies are being casually committed in the name of victory, and reflect on their own version—BB gun wars—which somehow felt both simpler and more painful.

It's sports, stupidity, questionable life choices, and egg salad-fueled chaos—just the way you like it.

After a 4–5 week break, the dads return to the dance competition scene… and immediately realize they are wildly out of shape. Alex is feeling his pulse in places no man should ever feel a pulse, and Mike shows up fueled by questionable amounts of smoked meat—which leads to what may or may not have been a ballroom-wide gas incident.

We're not saying Mike caused a gas leak… but we're also not not saying that fire trucks showed up 15 minutes later. Draw your own conclusions.

At this point, it might be time for the dads to invest in Rascal scooters just to survive these concrete convention centers. On the bright side, it only took 15 years of dance competitions to realize you can skip the complicated "dance dad math" and just… watch when other people go. Growth.

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Meanwhile, Jackson comes home for spring break and absolutely demolishes the kitchen—36 eggs, Costco muffins, and anything not nailed down. Somehow though, the beer count increased, which is some impressive college-level sorcery. He also "lost" his debit card, did nothing about it, and magically found it the day he packed to leave. Amazing how that works.

To top it all off, both Mike and Alex's brackets get obliterated thanks to Duke Blue Devils men's basketball choking at the last second—because of course they did.

All that and more on this episode of Whiskey n Whine—where the dads are exhausted, the kids are chaos, and the gas leaks may or may not be human-induced.

Alex and Mike kick things off by raising a glass of Rogue Dead Guy American Light Whiskey to a couple legends—one being Rogue Ales & Spirits, the other being Chuck freakin' Norris. Naturally, this turns into a full-blown spiral of Chuck Norris jokes that should've stayed in 2006… but somehow still slap harder than a roundhouse to the face.

Just when you think things couldn't get dumber, the guys proudly introduce their newest and most on-brand sponsor ever: ShipADick.com. Because nothing says "we made it" like encouraging your listeners to anonymously ship edible anatomy to their friends. Alex, fully committed to the bit, suggests everyone test out the promo code WHISKEYDICK by sending a little surprise directly to Mike at Tapphoria. A bold strategy. A terrible idea. A guaranteed problem.

After a completely professional and not-at-all ridiculous ad break, Mike shares the story of his daughter Madi's trip to Las Vegas, which quickly proves that no amount of youth can prepare you for the absolute grind that is Vegas on a budget. We're talking an 8-hour bus ride that feels legally distinct from a Greyhound, followed by a couple nights of zero sleep, maximum chaos, and life decisions made exclusively after midnight. By the end of it, they're so physically and emotionally cooked that the Las Vegas airport—yes, that Las Vegas airport—somehow becomes a peaceful sanctuary worth arriving at six hours early for.

Alex and Mike squeeze in a midweek recording during the only free 90 minutes they could find, and the result is a rapid-fire episode full of dad-life chaos and questionable future business plans.

Mike is headed to a dance competition in Renton — the same one where Joanna still insists he got her way too drunk years ago — while Alex is adjusting to life with a new job that has him driving more than ever. Somewhere along the way, they realize they've both become full-time airport shuttle drivers for their families… which raises an important question: why are airport chairs so terrible, and why can't they just recline so exhausted travelers can actually sleep?

They also debate the glow-up at Portland International Airport — it's bright, open, and beautiful… but they still miss the old shopping area and lounges.

Alex looks back on the good old days when ordering pallets of bark dust and recruiting neighborhood kids (aka Jackson and friends) for "sweat equity" yard work guaranteed the best party house on the block. Now that the free labor pipeline has dried up, he's not sure how the yard is getting done.

Plus, with his time at The Home Depot officially behind him, Alex starts spilling a few insider secrets every customer should know before their next trip to the hardware store.

And Mike? He's got a new plan: learn how to curl this summer and get good enough to hustle unsuspecting people for cash.

Just another perfectly normal week with Alex and Mike.