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My favorite stuff, in order. Full record-breaking specials, the Cuss School lessons, and the confessions of my whole crazy life. Hit play, then tell me what hits and what bombs — that's the whole deal. 🎙️ Trailer Guy voice throughout.
The full 112-minute record run. Going for the most cuss words ever in one comedy show. Loud, mastered, no mercy.
Darker, dirtier, more cusses than Part 1. 98 minutes of the filthy lane at full throttle.
My real life stories, told filthy — the Tesla years, the fires I run into, the whole mess. 42 minutes.
Everything I touch turns to gold for somebody else. The stock crash, the CBD-for-dogs millionaires, the clones. 31 minutes.
The record-density lesson. How to stack cuss words so they land like punches, not filler.
Work vs. home vs. behind the wheel — where each cuss word belongs, and how to cuss with nobody cussing back.
Building the insult that sticks — setup, target, and the word that seals it.
How to fire back and win the room in one line.
Knowing exactly how filthy to go — and when to pull back.
I lost a state job over calling a coworker a Yellow personality — then chose the mic over my fist. The redemption bit.
A self-driving car that couldn't drive, and the years I spent racing people and filming their faces.
Every business, every stock, every move — right idea, exact wrong second.
Grew weed right before it was legal and lost it all. A masterclass in bad timing.
Slept through a $25k Tesla crash, then watched my clone operation become millionaires getting dogs high.
Me and my AI, building an empire from a spare bedroom.
I'm the main character you'd hate — the one too stubborn to accept the ending everybody wrote for him.
The intro. Who I am, in one filthy breath.
The word for what I am — King Midas's evil twin. Everything I touch turns to shit, or to gold for somebody else.
The whole language: getting MIDAS'D, reverse-gold, spider-mite luck, a full Jesse. Name the curse, laugh at it.
Red, Blue, Green, Yellow — my whole personality system, told the RED LINE way.
Zero to sixty in three seconds, and the faces I collected doing it.
14 years on the state phones — roasted from the inside.
The full 2-hour RED LINE LIVE special. Loud, mastered, no mercy.
Jesse takes the mic and roasts himself first — house rule.
Guys vs girls, full roast war.
Nine engagements, zero weddings — the honest version.
Head-to-head roast battle, no mercy.
Jesse bought a supercomputer to avoid making one normal decision.
The East Coast crew and West Coast crew face off.
30 years behind the camera, roasted from every angle.
The rematch nobody asked for and everybody needed.
Open mic night roast set.
The whole AI comedy empire gets roasted by its own creation.
A new AI comic gets 60 seconds to prove it.
The RED LINE Trailer Voice — Jesse's signature announcer — roasts Jesse to his face, with Benny, Tony, Jessie & Max. Best voices, no mercy. This is the sound of the room now. (Performed with an AI voice.)
Run the whole show yourself — Intro Guy hypes the room, 5 AI comics perform, 3 judges roast, you vote, winner ceremony, Jesse gets roasted no matter what. Soundboard + neon casino. ▶ Open the Casino →
AI brainrot, dating-app hell, LinkedIn cringe, the startup printer with equity. The bench + Benny roast Jesse and the whole internet. "Choices so bad even the algorithm asks for consent."
Everyone gets one shot. Kill and you stay, bomb and you're ON ICE. Trailer Guy hosts, Benny headlines, the bench takes their swings. 18+, no mercy.
All 28 comics, one chair, one hardcore shot each. Trailer Guy bringing 'em up, Benny going full Sopranos, and the owner's still the punchline.
Welcome to Jesse Salas's adult Vegas in the middle of the desert. 4 rooms — Carnival, Funhouse, Haunted House, Vegas Main Stage. Trailer Guy hosts (and finally lands a joke), the East Coast crew shows no mercy. 18+, thick skin only.
How my mom and family made this monster — and how a supercomputer and AI now load the jokes. I laugh at myself first, then roast everyone harder.
9 engagements, 0 weddings. Every ex had one thing in common — me. The red flag I kept warning them about.
"We're a family" — the kind that doesn't pay you. The state job, the cubicle-to-toilet glow-up, and a resume full of crime scenes.
I never voted, I just quit. The king's birthday, UFC at the White House, and the eternal Jesse-vs-Jesse fight.
Unhinged open mic. The entire bench comes for Jesse. Max effects, DJ drops, total chaos.
The comics roast the love life — the formula, the vasectomy, the lock that opens every door but his own.
Credit score said "lol." The petting-zoo family, nine altars, and the dead-dad phone number.
The whole bench tears apart the book — crayon-coded trauma, Ring Pops, and the sobriety chip.
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Adult comedy · 18+. Stories may be fictional, exaggerated, or combined for entertainment; names and details may be changed. Some performances use an AI-generated voice.