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 into the TV women who warped an entire generation of adolescent male brains:

•Julie Newmar’s Catwoman, who somehow out-acted Batman in his own show and probably deserved a solo series.

•Yvonne Craig’s Batgirl, kicking ass in purple spandex and demanding equal pay while Batman and Robin sweated next to a bomb.

•Tina Louise as Ginger Grant—a character so iconic they tried (and failed) to replace her with a younger model. #NotMyGinger

•Lucille Ball and Mary Tyler Moore, whose actual behind-the-scenes influences would shock and amaze you.

•And of course, Barbara Eden’s I Dream of Jeannie—a show built entirely on the male fantasy of having a hot, subservient genie.

PLUS!!!!

The Batgirl PSA that explained equal pay to very confused kids.

Julie Newmar being cooler than the entire Batman cast combined.

The real-life Comic Con encounters where Jeff stood in awe of Yvonne Craig and Julie Newmar being awesome grandmas.

The shocking Coachella lineup featuring "Eve Plum’s Veto" and "Not My Ginger."

Plus: a full-throated defense of why Gilligan’s Island should’ve been a professor and two women trapped on their own island.

By the end, the boys admit they probably could’ve done an entire 10-part miniseries on this topic alone. And yes, they know they’ll be getting angry texts about all of the other actresses they left out.

Come for the scores, stay for the belly button censorship discourse.

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 episode doesn’t stop at absurdist Canadian prophecy — oh no. Jeff and Chris take a deep, fin-first dive into the 50th anniversary of Jaws and relive every trauma, trivia bit, and pop culture ripple that movie unleashed in the summer of 1975.

Highlights include:

· Jeff’s Ocean Terror Origin Story™: He recently swam in the open ocean. Voluntarily. We’ll wait while you gasp.

· Chris’s Book-Fueled Trauma: He read the Jawsnovel before puberty and can’t unsee the crabs crawling on Chrissy Watkins.

· Spielberg at 27: The man directed a culture-shifting horror movie before he could rent a car.

· The Mythbusters Ruin Everything Corner™: That exploding air tank ending? Total nonsense. But we still cheer every time.

· Jaws vs. Star Wars: Chris throws down the cultural gauntlet, declaring Jaws the true OG blockbuster. Come at him, nerds.

· A Parade of Ripoffs: Grizzly, Orca, Piranha,and Tentacles — the Dollar Store cinematic universe Jaws accidentally created.

· Rodney Allen Rippey returns: This time, not just as a Pull — but as the focus of a verified 1970s photographworth 100,000 points. Eat your heart out, Bigfoot.

Also discussed: food replicators that don’t exist, Violet Beauregarde’s gum-based doom, Merv Griffin’s sexy little “ooh,” and why Emmett Kelly might be the most problematic clown since John Wayne Gacy.

This one’s got The Kids in the Hall royalty, killer sharks, childhood trauma, and the single greatest novelty song about a talking shark in broadcasting history. (Yes, Mr. Jaws gets airtime. You’re welcome.)

NOTE: If you don’t walk away from this episode with a primal fear of both ocean water and polyester leisure suits, you weren’t listening.

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: bubble cars, food pills, dome cities, clothes with built-in booties, and the long-overdue extinction of crappy asphalt. Jeff mourns the death of Jetsons-style travel; Chris weeps forthe loss of meal replacement pills—then immediately retracts it because pills that taste like hot dogs are a war crime. They recall Willy Wonka's gum-based dinners, rip on Charlton Heston's dystopia trilogy, and give a heartfelt Zardoz shout out to Sean Connery in a red Speedo.

And then there's Dirk Pearson. Remember him? No? Good. Because that long-haired supplement-peddling life-extension prophet lied to everyone. Chris calls him out for saying we’d live to 800 while Jeff’s is just hoping to make it to the next Target run without groaning.

Closing Thought:
The roads are still garbage, the replicators never arrived, and you’re still eating nachos like a caveman. But at least you’ve got Nice Pull!—now with baby filters and 740 episodes to go.

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 Nice Pull! has ever received. They’ll never emotionally recover.

But wait, the vortex gets deeper.

From there, it’s a warp-speed detour through UFO coverups, government conspiracies, and trauma-induced memory blackouts.

Chris chimes in with tales of Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and Jimmy Carter’s extraterrestrial truth bomb, while Jeff remembers the time a glass of root beer launched itself across the room without being touched. (Yes, it was witnessed. Yes, it left a puddle.)

Also mentioned:
🌀The Bermuda Triangle
👽Close Encounters of the Third Kind
🧠Cognitive dissonance vs. the human soul

Come for the “Horror Show”, stay for the floating beverage-ware, and leave wondering if that weird noise in your attic is just the house settling.

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, and they revisit educational films that showed real lung removals to 12-year-olds.

Also in this episode:

• Danny Bonaduce’s underage draft notice earns Chris 102,000 points.

• A Kids in the Hall cocktail earns Jeff 90K and a paper umbrella.

• A narrator-heart with body dysmorphia walks us through heart disease.

• And the mystery of why every child actor in commercials sounded like a 50-year-old Brooklyn bookie.

Plus: upside-down vision experiments gone horribly wrong, Home Alone trivia bombs, and a pitch for Jesus: The Back of His Head – The Motion Picture.

This one’s hot to the touch and full of cinematic nonsense—handle with oven mitts.

Want to share your favorite childhood “film day” memory? Email us before the reel burns through at nicepullpod@gmail.com.

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 cocktails. Marriage: solved.

But wait, there’s a side of Bonaduce. Yes, that’s right. Danny "I-might’ve-been-drafted" Partridge himself pops in for a gloriously unhinged voice memo that sets off a nostalgia avalanche for the Partridge Family bus, tambourine storage logistics, and braces that receive FM radio. Buckle up for conspiracies about Shirley Partridge’s mysterious husband,Vietnam-era sitcom storylines, and Jeff’s grim fan theory about Rupert Holme’s unholy ear worm.

This installment is a tribute to everything wonderfully wrong with ‘70s lyrics—and it might just be the most batshit episode yet.

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 boundary issues. These are the songs your parents slow-danced to while chain-smoking and silently wondering if happiness was real.

Along the way, we ponder essential questions like: Can two full-grown adults ride a pony? Is a blackout a metaphor or just a power outage? And who the hell decided Terry Jacks was emotionally safe for public consumption? Featuring fake trials,hoot owls, and the long-overdue exposé on Seth Amos (who?), this episode dives headfirst into lyrical madness so you don’t have to.

Grab your 8-track, press play, and remember—little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun.

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 tiny tobacco addicts, and which forgotten teen idol accidentally handed Chris a win. Oh, and if you ever ate something that was labeled “pellet-based,” we’d like a word.