Peaches Pit Party from Monday, December 8th, 2025

Peaches barrels into the week like a man possessed, counting down to Christmas while spiraling through East Idaho’s annual tradition of residents demanding to know “where’s the snow?” as if the sky is hiding it behind a locked attic door 

He recounts a Siberian megafamily surviving -84° weather like it’s a casual brisk walk, argues with climate doomsayers, and then swerves straight into the Merry Axemas giveaway—where one unsuspecting listener will inherit the most aggressively autographed guitar in Idaho history. From there, Peaches chronicles a Ross expedition with Aubrey, where scattered clothing piles resemble a post-apocalyptic bazaar and where he unearthed a cursed Christmas elf whose entire purpose is to psychologically terrorize his coworkers and girlfriend 

He relives Classy 97’s tradition of staging this elf in increasingly alarming positions (including a ceiling-tile stakeout), begs the KBEAR crowd for a name, and admits he now has a tiny demon watching over his movie shelf.

Things escalate when Peaches unveils the mushroom cloud of responses to his r/Metalcore thread, where Avenged Sevenfold’s “Magic” is declared by many to be a sonic crime scene and Rob Zombie’s latest output gets roasted like a burnt corn dog. He dissects the avalanche of opinions, including accusations against A Day to Remember, Moist Critikal suddenly becoming a vocalist, and Ice Nine Kills being blamed for everything short of tax fraud 

After that, Peaches dissects sports news, including an Olympic hockey rink built to the wrong size, LeBron’s scoring streak ending just as the world remembers Google Maps didn’t exist when it began, and the U.S. World Cup draw that somehow made him shrug and say “good for them, I guess.” Then Pocatello Facebook drama arrives like a marching band with no rhythm—complete with Chipotle battles, loyalty wars over local restaurants, and Peaches confessing that he once misheard “queso?” as “is your day going so-so?” and paid the price in molten cheese 

He updates the concert calendar (Toto to Tribal Gaze, naturally), recalls the traumatic night when weather ruined his Salt Lake City concert plans, and revisits his In-N-Out years where order number 69 was banned for obvious reasons and now 67 has also been purged because the internet ruined that number too. He then unloads on Jimmy Fallon for unleashing the most cursed sentence ever aired on television while making Sydney Sweeney guess what three people in costumes were doing behind her.

Next up is the incoming farewell of John Cena, which sends Peaches into an emotional spiral about aging, nostalgia, and mortality, before bouncing over to Bath & Body Works releasing a chips-and-salsa candle so potent it could destroy relationships and structural drywall. He debates using it as a White Elephant gift but instead considers bringing unwanted Funko Pops to avoid spending money—an act of fiscal strategy masquerading as generosity 

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