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-Think your FYP is toxic? You haven't seen anything yet. Today, the Effin'CrunchCrew is diving into the pitch-black rabbit hole of the Wade Wilson case. We’re not just talking about the "Deadpool Killer" with the swastika tattoos—we’re talking about the absolute circus that followed his arrest.

How does a man who brutally took the lives of Kristine Melton and Diane Ruiz—and bragged about it—end up with a "fan club" sending him thousands of dollars and thirsty love letters?

• The Mugshot Effect: Why social media is obsessed with romanticizing "hot" felons and the "I can fix him" pathology.

It’s time for a reality check. We’re stripping away the filters and the TikTok edits to show you the monster underneath. If you think bone structure excuses brutality, you're in the right place to get your head on straight.

Stop making stupid people famous. Let’s get to the crunch.

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-Coming Up Next on The Effin' CrunchCrew!

Lock the doors and hide the kids, because the asylum is being run by the inmates today. Pan Blanco and BigSpook are holding down the fort while the gals are out and about—which means there’s nobody here to tell us "no" or "don’t say that."

On today’s episode:

• The "High Priced Budget" PR Disaster: We’re airing out the dirty laundry regarding our ex-Public Relations guy. He wasn't exactly "high-dollar worthy," but he was high-level headache. Blanco’s got a grudge, and we’re telling you why that bridge isn't just burnt—it’s nuked.
• Label Lessons: To all you hungry young bands, singers, and rappers out there—put the pen down. Before you sell your soul to a record label for a shiny chain and a debt you can’t pay back, listen to our business horror stories.
• Pure Chaos: It’s a heavy dose of Effin’ Mumble Jumble, unfiltered banter, and the kind of industry talk that usually stays behind closed doors.

It’s just the boys, the business, and a whole lot of bullshit. Pull up a chair and grab a drink—The Effin' CrunchCrew starts right now!

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UMMM... We TRY to Stay On Topic BUT YOU KNOW US & IF YOU DON'T
YOU BEST ASK SOMEBODY!!! LMAO

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- It’s the spookiest way to kick off 2026 as The Effin’ CrunchCrew dives headfirst into why 3 a.m. is the witching hour, creepy doppelgänger encounters, and those bone-chilling moments when you hear your own name… or your own voice when nobody’s there. Is it paranormal, psychological, or just the universe messin’ with you? Either way, it gets weird fast. And of course, it wouldn’t be us without a whole lotta Effin’ Mumble Jumble, side quests, wild takes, and off-the-rails laughs. Listener discretion advised — the chills are real and the BS is strong.

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-Season 4, Episode 2 – Effin’ Mumble Jumble Lives On

Loca Lisa celebrates one full effin’ year on the show, and things immediately go off the rails. We kick it off talking about Christmas gifts you didn’t want—do you keep ‘em or regift ‘em? Spoiler: Spook and Blanco (and their spouses) are terrible gift givers who can’t wait till Christmas anyway.

Blanco’s on the hunt for a new couch, and Spook lays down the law on where to go and where NOT to go—with Living Spaces and The Dump making Spook’s approved list. Somehow we slide from furniture advice to vaping opinions, which quickly turns into Blanco telling the painful tale of burning his pecker with a cig cherry. Yeah… that happened.

It’s a new year, but shyte hasn’t changed. Just when you thought we grew up—oh hell naw, peeps.
This episode is packed with chaos, laughs, bad decisions, and a whole lotta Effin’ Mumble Jumble.

Prepare yourselves. 🎙️🔥

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- Season 4 • Episode 1

“Happy New Year… Or Should We Be Happy?”

Welcome to Season 4 of The Effin’ CrunchCrew, where we kick off the new year the only way we know how — no resolutions, no fake promises, and zero pressure to reinvent ourselves.

As we stumble headfirst into 2026, we talk about the things we left behind, what (and who) we learned from, and what we probably should’ve learned but didn’t. We break down why AI is about to be way too involved in our lives, why bad drivers somehow got worse, and how every new year comes with this weird expectation to “fix” ourselves.

Newsflash: There was nothing wrong with us last year.
So congratulations — you’re getting the same us. No weight-loss pledges, no “new me” speeches, just real talk, laughs, and going with the flow… because forcing change usually just leads to stress, disappointment, and buying gym memberships you never use.

All this wrapped up in classic Effin’ Mumble Jumble, adult humor, questionable logic, and the kind of conversations that only make sense after the third rant.

Same crew. Same chaos.
Happy Effin’ New Year… or whatever. 🥂😈