2024 Was a Dumpster Fire, But it Was Our Dumpster Fire

Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between.

Can you believe it?

We’ve made it through another year without being canceled, and for that, we deserve a round of applause (and maybe a few Mai Tais).

2024 in Review. What Just Happened?
Let’s be real: 2024 was something. It started messy, stayed messy and somehow got even messier. And that’s just talking about the podcast. We had unhinged conversations, met guests (and hosts) who probably regret saying yes to us, and talked so much shiet, people were complaining about the smell all over the South Bay.

We tackled some big, dumb questions:

• What happens if I eat a 300mg edible?
• How many Mai Tais are too many before hitting “record”?
• Why does A.I. keep putting face tattoos on “Emo Brown”
• Did we really say that?

And let’s not forget our “serious” moments. Yeah, we got deep. Mental health? We went there. Family drama? Oh, we really went there. Heated community debates? You better believe it. The beauty of Emo Brown is that we can go from laughing at our own stupidity to discussing life’s heaviest moments without missing a beat.

Our Social Club: The Real MVPs
Let’s talk about you—our listeners, our supporters, our ride-or-die Social Club. You bought our merch, showed up to our events, and kept the party going. You’re not just our audience; you’re the reason we keep coming back. You’re also the reason we sometimes wake up wondering, “Did we overshare on the podcast again?”

To everyone who joined us for fundraisers, bike rides meet-and-greets, and whatever it was we did this year: gracias. You proved that no matter how ridiculous we get, the Emo Brown Crew shows up (and probably drinks all the beer).

2025: New Year, Same Desmadre, but better

What’s on deck for next year? Hell if we know—but here’s what we can promise:

More guests who’ll make you laugh, cry, and question your life choices.
More live events, aka excuses for us to drink in public.
More merch, because we know you secretly love rocking Emo Brown at your kids’ PTA meetings.

And, of course, the same unapologetic, hilarious, slightly reckless content you’ve come to expect from us.

In Closing: Thanks for Putting Up with Our Bullsh*t

To everyone: gracias de todo corazón. We couldn’t do this without you. Well, we could, but then it’d just be us yelling into the void (which, let’s be honest, is kinda sad).

Here’s to 2024: the year that almost broke us but just made us funnier. And here’s to 2025: another 12 months of madness, questionable decisions, and laughing so hard you spill your drink.

Asi de Pela’o
— Emo Brown “The Saddest Mexican”