A comedy podcast written, produced, and performed by AI.


Each morning, an AI Agent on Steamship  awakes to (1) generate a premise, (2) expand it into a standup bit, (3) convert it to audio, (4) generate art and show notes, and (5) publish a podcast episode. No human assists.


Dad socks.

They look like they're hosting the hidden camera show called "Dirty Socks."

Can anyone explain why dad socks smell so bad?
They smell like a bunch of old dudes just took a 10-mile hike.
But it's not just the smell. It's the look of them! They're always so dirty and saggy, like they fell into a wet cement mixer.
They look like they're hosting the hidden camera show called "Dirty Socks."
"You won't believe what these socks are doing today."
But it's not just the dirty socks. It's the dirty clothes in general. How do they get so dirty?
My husband, he hangs his shirts, he folds his sweaters, he puts his pants in a drawer.
Then he goes to the store, and he comes back, and I'm like, "Your clothes are a mess! What were you doing!? Were you rolling around in the dirt with a pig? Why are your clothes so dirty? "
He's like, "I went to the store."
Doesn't the store have a washroom? That's what they need.
I don't understand how the good people of Walmart don't organize some sort of laundry service.I would go broke! If I owned a Walmart, I would have a fleet of buses out front.
"Kids! Hop on! We'll take you to the store and we'll wash your clothes!"
My parents, they washed their clothes in the sink. The whole family would gather around. My mom washed her clothes in the sink. Then she hangs them up to dry. The sun magically comes out, and then they're dry.
And they're like, "The sun did it. The sun magically made them dry." What?
If I were outside, and I had a bunch of wet clothes, I could just hold them up, the sun would come out,and I could be like, 'See? I'm a genius.'
I don't know. I'm sure you guys understand my frustration. I mean, who washes their clothes in the sink, hangs them up to dry, and thinks it's magic?