Nice Pull!

Jeff and Chris celebrate the arbitrary magic of the number70, accidentally turn their “things that didn’t age well” episode into a eulogy for Very Special Episodes, and wage holy war on laugh tracks. Family Ties’

Uncle Ned drinks vanilla extract, Different Strokes’ bike shop creeper ruins childhoods, MAS*H drops a helicopter, and Blossom is somehow always “very special.” It’s nostalgia, derailed—polished with a cheap wig and sold at...

Episode 69 of Nice Pull! was supposed to be the “sexy” one, but instead Jeff and Chris turned it into a cross between an obituary column and a dad-joke competition. Along the way, wrestling gets exposed as soap opera cosplay, forgotten sitcom stars get canonized, and the Oscars’ In Memoriam is reimagined as a dance party scored to “Walking on Sunshine.” Jeff provides the near-death stunt of the week, Chris provides the mockery, and...

Strap in, because Jeff and Chris are one drive-in snack bar announcement away from a full nervous breakdown. This week, the boys hit Episode 68—two away from their totally arbitrary, earth-shattering milestone of Episode 70. What dothey talk about? Well, what don’t they? We’re talking drive-in theaters (where the movie was always secondary to pajamas, brown paper bags of greasy popcorn, and sneaking in through the trunk), movie ush...

Jeff and Chris kick things off with a sarsaparilla fueled dive into the wild world of vintage family restaurants. The guys unwrap the cringey backstory of Sambo’s, Bob’s Big Boy thefts, Howard Johnson’s over-the-freeway diners, puberty inducing mannequins in lingerie on Interstate 8, and the alleged crimesof the Frito Bandito. There’s even a heartfelt shoutout to Coco’s, Marie Callender’s, and yet another nod to the legendary local...

The boys jump helmet-first into the weird, wonderful world of buddy cop TV shows, psychotropic nostalgia, and the gloriously greasy tradition of 1970s dinner outings—where the pizza was cheap, the ambiance was ragtime theater of the absurd, and the waitstaff dressed like extras from a Prohibition musical—because nothing says 'fun for the kids' like mandatory garters and foam hats.

First up: a deep dive into CHiPs, that Calif...

Jeff, powered by three Red Bulls and a questionable sense of purpose, drags Chris into a deep dive on 70s/80s TV — an era when undercover cops thought driving a bright red muscle car or a jet-black van with a giant red stripe was the pinnacleof subtlety.

They take no prisoners as they rip apart:

Cracker Jack prizes devolving from actual metal toys to “here’s a paper cutout, go cry in the corner.”

The psychic fish that was really just ...

This week, Jeff and Chris spiral into a summer-scorched nostalgia trip that starts with a Texas Instruments calculator the size of a brick and ends with a Cub Scout uniform that looks like it was tailor-made for the Third Reich.

Somewhere in between: syrup audits, forensic shampoo tracking, and a wild rant about today’s coddled, playdate-addicted youth who wouldn’t survive five minutes in 1978 without a trauma counselor and a gluten...

In this weepy, wacky, wildly nostalgic Father’s Day edition of Nice Pull!, Jeff and Chris take a slow, emotional walk down Memory Lane—and trip face-first into the pop culture coffeetable.

The episode opens with a launch into an equal-parts hilarious and heartfelt tribute to TV dads, awkward father-son ballads, and why Dick Van Patten may be the human equivalent of a mayonnaise sandwich.

Along the way, they:

Tearfully dissect dad-co...

The boys are older, tireder, and fully committed to squeezing every last nostalgic drop from their Gen-X brains—so naturally, this week they’re ogling their prepubescent crushes while pretending it’s an academic discussion.

Jeff and Chris crack open the ol' liquor cabinet to reveal the final, bloody JAWS 50th Anniversary score (spoiler: one of them is still bitter about Star Trek trivia). Then they take a deep, reverent dive...

Jeff and Chris crack open the Nice Pull! liquor cabinet and, instead of expired Zima or a 7-inch from Loggins & Messina, they find Kids in the Hall legend Kevin McDonald inside — reprising his role as Sir Simon Milligan, emissary of darkness and Costco prophet of doom. He drops predictions about canine world leaders, facial hair extinction, and his own fear of a rescue dog named Alaska. Just another Monday in hell.

But this epis...

In this historic 60th episode, Jeff and Chris do what any self-respecting podcast would do to celebrate a major milestone: they use AI to de-age themselves into toddlers and open the show as actual 3-year-olds and seem shockingly composedfor children who have likely just discovered their toes.

Then the episode spirals into a beautiful midlife crisis as the duo laments all the futuristic promises of their youth that never arrived: bu...

Jeff and Chris summon the spirit of late-night paranoia, alien abduction, and 1970s cinema trauma—only to have actual cult film royalty Malcolm freaking McDowell crawl out of the Moloko Cabinet like a Droog in heat.

That’s right. The Clockwork Orange legend crashes the podcast, drops Kubrick-flavored chaos, mocks Jeff’s best friend arson attempt, and gently roasts the show for being “ridiculously boring.” It's the highest honor ...

Episode 58 is a red-hot blast of overheated projectors, childhood propaganda films, and board games that taught us nothing but trust issues. Jeff flashes back to I Am Joe’s Heart, a short film that accidentally invented medical anxiety in children, while Chris relives the sweaty pressure of threading a film strip like a bomb tech in a polyester vest. The boys debate whether Mouse Trap was a game or just an elaborate toy-based lie, ...

In a twist no one saw coming—mainly because no one thought to ask—Episode 57 delivers a new first in AI scoring that’s so inconceivable, Chris uses the “H” word.  But that’s just the hors d'oeuvre. The real entrée? A forensic look at The Piña Colada Song, revealing a couple so emotionally constipated they need print classifieds to cheat on each other—only to accidentally fall in love again through mutual infidelity and tropical...

Brace yourselves, vinyl survivors, for a sentimental sucker punch wrapped in polyester and sealed with a tear-stained K-Tel sticker. This week, Jeff and Chris go deep into a genre of music best described as “AM Gold Meltdown”: overwrought epics where ghost horses roam the plains of confusion, dads are emotionally unavailable and terrible at parenting, and Southern justice is dealt out by corrupt judges and armed siblings with bound...

This week on Nice Pull!, Jeff and Chris stumble on a metric system PSA that begged America to take 10 minutes and just learn what a goddamn gram is. From there, it’s a chaotic spiral into shredded gum-based nightmares and the slow, sad death of Encyclopedia Britannica as it got body-slammed by the Internet.

Along the way, you’ll learn how Jeff lost his heart in a library, why candy manufacturers were hellbent on turning kids into ti...

Jeff and Chris go full slumber party as they deep dive into the girlhood trenches of the '70s and '80s. We're talkin’ teen idols, Easy-Bake foolery, and a board game that trains future stalkers. There's yelling, there's shame, and there's a Donny Osmond lunchbox—because of course there is.

Things spiral fast as “Uniden” gets name-dropped like it's a Bond villain, fake cake gets served hotter than a super nova, and AI watches from th...

What starts as a harmless Target run quickly spirals into full-blown madness, complete with questionable dinner options, aggressively nostalgic fashion, and a demonic giggle that would make David Lynch proud.

Along the way, Chris and Jeff uncover lost relics of 70s and 80s advertising that probably should’ve stayed buried, relive personal traumas involving denim shorts and capes, and expose the deeply suspicious agenda of toy cows. ...

Jeff and Chris kick things off with a casual meditation on talking dune buggies, then spiral into a kaleidoscopic freakout of animated fever dreams, including sexually confused antique cars, kung-fu dogs, and post-Jaws PR rehab sharks (Jabberjaw,we're looking at you).

But wait—just when your brain has almost melted, they summon Portland’s very own Sleestak, Brent Marr, a man who built a movie-quality lizard suit just to terrify ...