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The Viktor Wilt Show
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The Viktor Wilt Show daily recap! If you miss the show weekdays from 6A-10A MST, you've come to the right place.
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#0352 - We Accidentally Discovered Idaho’s Secret Underground Orca Tunnels - 05/04/2026
2w ago00:33:38Tap to summarizeThis episode detonates out of the gate with Viktor Wilt spiritually fist-fighting Monday morning like a sleep-deprived raccoon trapped in a fluorescent office nightmare, clawing through the remnants of a weekend that apparently consisted of dirt, disappointment, and the slow psychological decay of yard work that somehow never ends. We spiral immediately into existential dread disguised as “what did I even do this weekend,” before pivoting into a caffeine-fueled rant about remotes, shoe sales, and the absolute war crime that is waking up early on a Monday. From there, the show descends into a fever dream of internet stupidity—where people genuinely believe great white sharks are casually cruising through Idaho lakes like they Uber’d in from the Pacific via secret underground orca tunnels carved by ancient floods (???), while commenters confidently invent aquatic conspiracy lore that sounds like it was written by a sleep-paralyzed geologist on Reddit at 3AM. Meanwhile, a teacher is out here raw-dogging a full bottle of gin mid-class like she’s speedrunning unemployment, vomiting in staff bathrooms while children question reality, and Viktor casually reminds everyone that if you Google how to dispose of a human body, maybe don’t act shocked when the cops show up with receipts. We get whiplash jumping into cryptid politics (why DOESN’T Idaho have an official nightmare creature??), wedding crashers with a moral compass made of duct tape, and a UK job where you get paid $80K a year to emotionally support a dog like it’s a furry CEO. Then—BAM—car bombs at gyms, pothole vigilantes getting threatened for fixing society, sewage being allegedly dumped into rivers turning nature into a swirling dookie apocalypse, and Peaches entering like a chaos gremlin debating funerals vs. weddings while exposing her grandpa’s secret sugar baby network mid-broadcast. The episode wraps itself in a tinfoil blanket of GTA 6 conspiracy theories, hidden YouTube videos, and license plate numerology, leaving you wondering if reality itself is just a poorly moderated comment section. Through it all, Viktor white-knuckles his way through Monday, clinging to caffeine, sarcasm, and the fragile hope that maybe—just maybe—we’ll all survive the meeting.
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Traffic School - A Guy Is Driving 90 MPH Flashing Lights And Nobody Can Stop Him - 05/01/2026
2w ago00:34:40Tap to summarizeThis episode opens like a deceptively calm Idaho sunrise before immediately spiraling into absolute chaos, as Lieutenant Crain and the crew emerge from their winter hibernation to discover that yes, it is technically spring—but also somehow still ice-covered crop season because Idaho weather is a psychological experiment conducted by God. Meanwhile, Viktor casually drops that he attended Sick New World like a normal person, except NOT NORMAL because instead of fully attending, he basically hotel-room goblin’d the concert like a cryptid watching bands through a window, whispering “this is just like our wedding” while probably wrapped in a blanket like a burrito of bad decisions.Things escalate into paranormal nonsense as he willingly walks into Zak Bagans' Haunted Museum, where instead of ghosts it’s just SERIAL KILLER STARTER PACKS™ on display—INCLUDING ACTUAL Ted Bundy ARTIFACTS—because nothing says “fun weekend getaway” like staring directly into the abyss and then saying “yeah I think I’m curse-free” like a man who has absolutely already been spiritually marked for deletion. Somewhere in that museum is a cursed doll so evil even Zak Bagans won’t look at it, which obviously means Viktor made direct eye contact and is now on a 3–5 business day delay before becoming the villain origin story.Then we slam into TRAFFIC SCHOOL, which is less “education” and more “barely controlled verbal demolition derby.” Callers roll in like NPCs in a fever dream: one guy is deeply concerned about blue reflective lug nuts, prompting a legal breakdown that somehow turns into “why do you even WANT blue lug nuts?”—a question that echoes through the void unanswered, much like our purpose in life. Another caller tries to organize a car show convoy like he’s planning a Fast & Furious spinoff called Grandpa Drift, asking if he should CALL 911 to coordinate it, which is the energy of someone who absolutely should not be in charge of anything but vibes.Then—WHIPLASH—an emotional call drops about a real-life tragedy ending in THREE CONSECUTIVE LIFE SENTENCES, and for a brief moment the chaos pauses, reality punches everyone in the throat, and the show becomes human again… before immediately returning to discussions about sleep-talking harassment, Snapchat evidence of Viktor speaking in tongues at 6:30 AM, and whether it is a CRIME to emotionally terrorize your partner while they’re unconscious (jury’s still out, but morally? straight to jail).From there it devolves further into pure madness: A rogue highway demon driving 90+ mph with bright lights like a GTA side quest boss A man allegedly driving while… uh… “cooling himself down” in ways that should NOT be multitasked Debates about whether hanging out of car windows is illegal (answer: also just don’t recreate Hereditary, please) Scooter bandits in the streets like Walmart has become Mad Max And a philosophical war over roundabouts, where Viktor declares himself future dictator of circular traffic systems By the end, the episode collapses into political satire, workplace slander, partial water bottle conspiracies, and the haunting realization that nobody in that studio has a chair, a working phone system, or control over anything—including their own lives. The show signs off the way it lived: confused, chaotic, and one bad decision away from becoming evidence in a court case.
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#0351 - We Gave Coworkers Butt Magnets - 04/30/2026
2w ago00:36:02Tap to summarizeThis episode opens like a caffeinated raccoon screaming into the void as Viktor Wilt wakes up spiritually bankrupt, emotionally unstable, and one minor inconvenience away from fistfighting a Keurig machine. Fueled by bitterness and bean juice, he launches into a philosophical TED Talk about unity that immediately derails into calculating how much money it would take to tolerate people you hate (answer: exactly $500,000 and not a penny less). From there, we spiral violently into a digital wasteland where the internet proves—once again—that reading comprehension is dead and buried under a pile of people who think steak fat and olives are “universally loved foods.” Viktor becomes judge, jury, and executioner of bad opinions, slamming takes like Gordon Ramsay possessed by a demon of mild inconvenience.Then—like a Florida headline written by a drunk alligator—we get chaos: gators entering their villain arc, Taco Bell employees turning into NPCs with firearms, and freshly released criminals speedrunning their way back into jail like it’s a competitive sport. Meanwhile, Viktor declares war on apps, envisioning a dystopian future where your phone is just 400 useless icons and your soul is traded for discounted avocados. The show briefly pretends to be about music and concerts, but even that devolves into bruises, mosh pit trauma, and the realization that friendship may actually be the root cause of all bad luck.Things somehow get worse (better?) when Vegas souvenirs enter the chat—specifically fridge magnets shaped like bikini-clad women and disembodied butts that double as bottle openers. Workplace professionalism is executed on sight. Fear spreads through coworkers who assume Viktor is about to feed them something illegal or cursed, but instead they receive magnets that radiate chaotic neutral energy. Then we plunge into the final descent: Facebook misinformation about sharks in lakes, coins boosting Wi-Fi (??), and a headless chicken that somehow lived longer than most people’s New Year’s resolutions. By the end, Viktor is questioning reality, his job, and whether he can escape to take a nap before being forced into chores—closing the episode not with clarity, but with the lingering sense that society is one viral post away from total collapse.
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#0350 - I Looked At A Cursed Doll in Vegas, and So Much More! - 04/29/2026
2w ago00:56:08Tap to summarizeThis episode detonates out of the gate like a caffeinated goblin clawing its way out of a Las Vegas minibar, as Viktor returns from the desert slightly sleep-deprived, spiritually haunted, and emotionally bonded to a hotel window that accidentally turned into a VIP portal to a full-blown System of a Down soundcheck séance . What follows is less of a radio show and more of a fever dream stitched together with caffeine, concert trauma, and haunted doll side-eyes. We spiral through Sick New World like a gremlin on Monster Energy—mosh pits, crowd-shoving philosophy lectures, and the sacred ancient ritual of “if you don’t want to get elbowed, don’t stand in the elbow zone.” Meanwhile, Vegas itself morphs into a cursed sandbox of sleep deprivation, fake AI sob stories, and a haunted museum so deranged it casually displays SERIAL KILLER BED SHEETS like it’s an IKEA showroom for nightmares. Viktor willingly makes eye contact with a demon doll that even its owner refuses to look at (bad decision), survives three hours of cursed artifacts, and emerges only mildly possessed. Then—because reality isn’t unhinged enough—we get bees weaponized against police, a man digging up his sister to take her to the bank like a Weekend at Bernie’s reboot directed by Satan, and a woman who solves relationship conflict with literal dynamite (communication skills = explosive). Toss in cruise ship meat grinder hypotheticals, lawnmower-based TikTok crimes, cobra-in-the-pants fatalities, and a philosophical war against anonymous internet trolls, and you’ve got an episode that feels like your brain got shoved into a mosh pit, crowd surfed through a haunted doll convention, and then stung by 10,000 bees for good measure. Welcome back. You weren’t ready.
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#0349 - Do Men Or Women Have Worse Smelling Farts? - 04/23/2026
3w ago00:25:53Tap to summarizeThe episode opens with a man who has spiritually left his body after watching Shutter Island too late and is now clinging to life via caffeine and pure resentment, immediately launching into a war against sleep, weather, and existence itself . He promises productivity but instead spirals through Reddit threads he absolutely refuses to read because they are “too disgusting,” which somehow leads him into life advice like “don’t talk sometimes,” which he immediately ignores for the next 45 minutes. From there, we descend into a philosophical breakdown about subtitles, hearing loss, and why everyone under 45 is apparently watching TV like it’s a literacy exam, culminating in a passionate rant about how English dubbing is a crime against humanity—EXCEPT for one cursed anime (Ghost Stories) where the dub is apparently a lawless wasteland of off-script chaos.Then, with zero warning, we veer into concert FOMO panic mode as he realizes summer is a logistical nightmare of missed shows, PTO limitations, and emotional damage, before abruptly pivoting to a story about a circus troupe committing what can only be described as tree-based war crimes against ancient Japanese ruins by burying 11 TONS of trees like eco-villains with a shovel addiction. This somehow escalates into a tiger yeeting itself into a crowd in Russia, followed immediately by flesh-eating bacteria that will apparently delete you in 48 hours if you so much as LOOK at natural water wrong.Just when your brain begs for mercy, the show detonates into a discussion about a man committing pasta-based fraud by replacing LEGO sets with noodles (a crime against both children and Italian grandmothers), which is then completely overshadowed by the single most important scientific discovery in human history: women’s farts are deadlier than men’s. This triggers a full investigative breakdown into fart storage logistics (bags? jars? trapped car interiors??), smell rating scales (WHY ZERO TO EIGHT??), and the existence of a man known only as The King of Farts, a title that should legally come with a cape and a warning label.As the chaos peaks, AI enters the chat—not as a helpful tool, but as a rude, passive-aggressive phone operator that yells “I’M TALKING, BRENDAN,” signaling the beginning of the robot uprising, which is then immediately undercut by the revelation that companies are firing AI because it’s too expensive, meaning humanity might survive purely because robots are financially inconvenient. The episode ends in a drought-fueled existential crisis about water shortages, data centers, and the inevitability of fire season, before collapsing into exhaustion, back pain, and the haunting realization that this entire broadcast was somehow considered “public service.”
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#0348 - How I Almost Broke My Back While Naked - 04/22/2026
3w ago00:32:50Tap to summarizeThis episode begins with Viktor Wilt emerging from a suburban gladiator arena known as “his own hot tub,” where he immediately loses a fight against gravity, dignity, and basic human coordination—resulting in a full spinal betrayal that turns the rest of the show into a caffeine-fueled pain monologue sprinkled with groans and regret. From there, the world spirals outward: dystopian bunk-bed pod housing with 30 strangers breathing the same recycled despair, wolves in Yellowstone apparently forming organized anti-human unions with grizzly bears (including literal sign theft—nature is now committing vandalism), and a bobcat launching a surprise WWE ambush on a turkey hunter like it’s auditioning for Animal Planet Fight Club. Meanwhile, humanity continues to collapse as a man attempts to justify drunk driving as a “stay awake” strategy (bold, incorrect), and another arson suspect shows up looking like a toasted marshmallow at the police station, essentially arresting himself via eyebrow absence. Viktor then detours into a rage against Idaho library policies that have turned reading books into a restricted nightclub experience (yes, apparently you need ID to read Harry Potter now—welcome to the literary black market), before pivoting into AI scam chaos where a dude literally invents a hyper-targeted “MAGA bikini influencer” using AI and milks the internet for cash because reality is officially optional now. Toss in a haunted Titanic exhibit that floods itself for historical accuracy, a GameStop trade-in conspiracy involving meme numbers, skyrocketing gaming prices, Netflix committing psychological warfare with login restrictions, and an on-air roast session where Viktor’s own fall becomes a public comedy special thanks to his girlfriend—and what you’re left with is less of a radio show and more of a collapsing simulation where everything is broken, everyone is tired, animals are organizing, and the only constant is Viktor clutching his back and whispering, “I need more coffee.”
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#0347 - Rat Poison Baby Food and a Pantsless Mayor - 04/21/2026
4w ago00:48:48Tap to summarizeThis episode opens like a man waking up mid-apocalypse with a Red Bull IV drip directly into his soul—Viktor stumbles into consciousness after nearly sleeping through Tuesday entirely (shoutout to Becca, the unsung guardian of employment), immediately launching into a chaotic spiral of caffeine, regret, and a looming Vegas escape plan that feels less like a vacation and more like a survival mission. Within minutes, we’re juggling lizard cage relocation logistics, a $676 “Secret Sound” jackpot that may or may not be cursed, and a full-blown existential crisis over alarm clocks. But then—like a gremlin discovering fire—Viktor gets distracted by prank call technology and spends what feels like an eternity screaming into the void about how prankdial.com betrayed him personally, spiritually, and technologically, as he mourns the loss of comedic gold trapped inside a broken website interface.From there, the show mutates into a Frankenstein monster of topics: FCC regulations get dragged through the mud like a raccoon in a trash can, prank calls become a symbol of lost freedom, and suddenly we’re debating which bands spiritually died after losing members—jumping from Alice in Chains to Queen to AC/DC like a drunk uncle flipping radio stations at a BBQ. Meanwhile, Viktor is fighting for his life trying to find “freak news,” only to uncover stories that feel AI-generated by a fever dream: Bibles soaked in drugs (holy smokes literally), bullfighters getting HORRIFICALLY gored in places no man wants to discuss, baby food allegedly seasoned with RAT POISON (bon appétit, Europe), and a pantsless mayor just raw-dogging democracy after hours in city hall.Then—JUST when your brain begins to stabilize—Peaches enters like a chaotic side quest NPC and everything derails again. The Eastern Idaho State Fair lineup becomes a full-blown conspiracy theory investigation involving leaked mailers, Facebook comment espionage, and a $1 blood feud between listeners over whether Gabriel Iglesias (Fluffy) is returning for the 900th time. It devolves into a philosophical debate about why metal bands are banned from the fair (apparently Mötley Crüe committed unspeakable sins decades ago and now we all suffer), while Flo Rida’s musical existence is questioned like he’s Bigfoot with Spotify stats. Sprinkle in a deeply emotional taco war (authentic vs. “white girl tacos”), a tragic tale of Jack in the Box cravings, and a woman getting arrested for twerking at 7-Eleven instead of securing the bag—and you’ve got a show that feels like it was written by sleep deprivation itself.By the end, Viktor is barely holding onto reality, Idaho is declared the #1 migration hotspot (to the horror of locals everywhere), groceries cost approximately one kidney per bag, and everyone collectively agrees life is too expensive but also somehow still happening. The episode closes not with resolution, but with vibes: confusion, mild rage, lingering laughter, and the haunting realization that it is, in fact… still only Tuesday.
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#0346 - Marcus Is 60 and Committing Crimes With Eggs — And Honestly? Respect. - 04/17/2026
4w ago00:35:14Tap to summarizeThis episode detonates out of the gate with Viktor Wilt chugging coffee like a sleep-deprived goblin trying to manually reboot his soul before a live broadcast, immediately spiraling into a full-blown psychological breakdown over a cursed, labyrinthine road trip website that feels like it was designed by a raccoon with a UX degree and a vendetta against humanity—sending him into a philosophical rant about PTO scarcity, Vegas heat hallucinations, and the existential dread of accidentally ending up in Burley, Idaho (which he describes like it’s a side quest in a post-apocalyptic wasteland RPG). From there, the show mutates into a chaotic road trip fever dream featuring Yellowstone survival strategies, anti-Texas propaganda from traumatized touring bands, and a deeply judgmental tour of America’s worst locations—where Memphis is basically Gotham without Batman and Clovis, New Mexico apparently hands out gunshot wounds as souvenirs. Then, in a plot twist nobody asked for, we’re introduced to a 60-year-old man committing drive-by egg-based terrorism with his geriatric delinquent squad led by a shadowy figure named Marcus (the Egg Kingpin), triggering an ethical debate about whether late-life chaos is better than doing hard drugs (jury says: surprisingly yes). Meanwhile, Viktor takes sniper shots at fake cowboys birthed by Yellowstone TV cosplay culture, drifts into political existentialism about mask mandates in 2026 (WHY ARE WE STILL TALKING ABOUT THIS), and somehow lands the plane by arguing that effort is useless, laziness is king, and car washes are the final frontier of human joy. The episode closes in a haze of workplace roasting, taco-battery acid disasters, and a man preparing to physically enter strangers’ vehicles at a car wash for Papa Roach tickets like some kind of greasy, caffeine-fueled cryptid. Reality is optional. Sanity is gone. Friday has never felt more unhinged.
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Traffic School - Idaho Laws Can Make No Sense - 04/17/2026
4w ago00:42:32Tap to summarizeThis episode detonates immediately with a man at war—not with society, not with crime, but with a lightbulb that refuses to obey him, sending him spiraling into a rage-fueled existential crisis about broken equipment, the economy, and the cruel reality that overseas parts are conspiring against his happiness. From there, the show mutates into a chaotic fever dream where the hosts plot to illegally infiltrate strangers’ vehicles at a car wash in exchange for Papa Roach tickets, which somehow becomes the cornerstone of modern commerce. What follows is less a radio show and more a public descent into madness, featuring callers debating whether you can survive being BLASTED by industrial car wash machinery like a human lasagna, while others casually workshop felony-level ideas like riding naked through spinning brushes for charity clout. Meanwhile, a rogue turkey wages psychological warfare against a driver, prompting serious legal debate about whether vehicular poultry combat justifies lethal force. The hosts, clearly operating on caffeine and chaos, then pivot into exposing DMV scam texts, inventing laws about giraffe fishing, and proposing a dystopian system where citizens can snitch on bad drivers and force them into retesting gladiator-style. By the end, the episode collapses into pure entropy—callers volunteering their bodies for car wash experiments, discussions of interlock devices for crimes that don’t involve alcohol, and the haunting realization that Idaho laws may have been written by sleep-deprived raccoons. It’s not a show—it’s a live broadcast of civilization slowly peeling off its own skin while laughing about it.
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#0345 - Porta Potty Arson, Haunted Dolls, And Rage - 04/16/2026
Apr 1600:48:30Tap to summarizeThis episode opens with pure rage-fueled energy as our host dives headfirst into a digital war zone of people whining about things that used to be free—immediately derailing into a crusade against idiots who don’t understand the assignment. Streaming services get publicly executed, airlines get roasted for charging you to breathe near a suitcase, and somewhere in the chaos, a philosophical debate about gas station air spirals into existential dread. Callers begin phoning in like NPCs with side quests—one reminiscing about mystical free sucker loopholes from childhood like it’s ancient forbidden knowledge, another demanding “heavy music” as if the show is a jukebox powered by vibes alone. Then suddenly—WHIPLASH—the show pivots into rich people nonsense: dogs with their own luxury apartments, $10,000 Christmas light maintenance like it’s a seasonal subscription to flex culture, and spiritually delusional elites chugging “magic water” like hydration is a DLC upgrade. Just when your brain starts melting, we plunge into “freak news,” where ANT SMUGGLING is apparently a booming underground industry (who is the cartel boss of ants??), a grown adult decides to shove a teenager at Disney like it’s WrestleMania, and someone in Colorado is committing serial porta-potty arson like a villain with the worst superpower imaginable. THEN—because reality clearly wasn’t broken enough—we detour into a deeply cursed discussion about Robert F. Kennedy Jr. allegedly harvesting roadkill mid-family outing like a suburban cryptid, which somehow segues into a full-blown Vegas planning arc featuring haunted museums, demon dolls, shrunken human beings in tiki bars, and a pact to willingly invite paranormal attachments like it’s a BOGO deal on curses. Listeners call in with increasingly chaotic suggestions: mob museums, roller coasters of death, FBI torture lore, and $10 tattoos that scream “this will absolutely ruin your life but in a fun way.” By the end, the show has fully unraveled into a delirious blend of travel planning, ghost baiting, and sleep-deprived hallucination, closing out with the quiet realization that not only is nothing free anymore—sanity isn’t either.
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