Join Pug1 and his fucked-up buddies at Inwood Customs, the most derelict fabrication shop in Canada. They specialize in dicker'd stunts and inventions that don't always work (because they are always high as fuck!)
Son of a meat cigrit! Pug, Buddy van Doodle and the crew have a sweet new ride, and are ready to jump 'er over the Big Gap of Death. Hip, hip!
Pug shows you how to turn a dirty, shitty old beer keg into a stealthy cheech-hive! Awesome as frig!
Grab some broccoli, dog food and ass hair, and try the most fucked-up game you can play with a bong!
What in the fuck is THAT?? Buddy van Doodle takes Pug's "Inwood Taste Test" challenge – and he's gonna be needing that bucket!
Doodly friggin' doo, Buddy's about to attempt a massive jump on the redneck lawn chair. Look the fuck out!!
Pug travels to Shit-town to unplug the drain of a Saskatchewan hippopotamus. Greasy son of a whore!
Pug is taking dirty ol' Onion Ring to get a tattoo... Guess what it's gonna be!
It takes a brave man to drive a dirty old trike (with shit steering and no brakes) over the Inwood Customs jump. And Pug has found that man!
Pug and the boys are dealing with some friggin' challenges! Physics and Mowin' McMowerstein are trying to cock over the episode! Can the Inwood Customs crew overcome the odds?
For absolute fuck's sake, if you've ever wondered how much salvia it takes to dicker Buddy van Doodle, you're about to find out. HINT: NOT VERY MUCH.
Ohhh dick, Pug’s back and he’s doubling down on a dirty jump that is guaranteed to knock the cigrits out of ya!
Pug and the boys are welcoming a new sorry bastard to Inwood. Stink Bug gets initiated into the greasy kingdom by chugging dirty scusting rancid chocolate milk. For absolute fuck’s sake!
Fer fuck sakes, Pug tries to hire someone to help him and Doodle with the bins, and they wound up with an absolute meth-head viking of a goof. This new Tim dick is fucking up left, right, and center.
Well this is about as greasy as she comes. Pug has laid out a bunch of filthy skusting shit for his crew to eat, and whoever pounds it down first will win some cigrits! Who will be crowned? Who will puke? Will they get er goin’ before Pug’s mom and dad show up?
This one puts the fucking skusting in diskusting. Will Robis eat Doodle’s scab in exchange for injectable hash? Did we actually write that fucking sentence? This one is so fucked, even Pug feels sick about it.
Lock up your grandmothers - Buddy Van Doodle is on the prowl! After partying with a bunch of senior citizens, Doodle brings his catch to Pug’s place. There’s only one problem -- Doodle’s old lady has an old man, and he’s fucking pissed!