The DJs of WTHC Radio
Da Hippie
✌️ Da Hippie & Da Big Guy ✌️
🔥🌿 DA BIG GUY & DA HIPPIE — YOUR MORNING & AFTERNOON BUZZ 🌿🔥
Every single day — twice a day — the universe realigns itself, the smoke settles, and the vibes shift into maximum overdrive the moment Da Big Guy and Da Hippie slide into the WTHC Radio studio for your Morning Buzz (8AM–Noon) and again for your Afternoon Buzz (4PM–8PM).
These two aren’t just hosts.
They’re not DJs.
They’re not radio personalities.
They’re a full-blown lifestyle, wrapped in a cloud of smoke so thick it probably has its own ZIP code.
The second the studio door creaks open at 8AM, Da Hippie wanders in first — eyes half-open, hair all wild, like he just rolled out of a dream where Bob Marley and Willie Nelson argued over who had the better lighter. He’s holding a coffee in one hand, a bowl in the other, and somehow he still looks like he’s floating three inches above the ground. He sits down, hits the first button he can reach, and suddenly the studio lights up like the mothership arrived.
But right behind him comes Da Big Guy — the man, the myth, the walking thunderstorm of tie-dye energy and THC wisdom. He moves like a dude who has mastered the ancient art of doing absolutely nothing quickly. He’s got that “I’ve been smoking for 40 years and my tolerance is higher than your electric bill” vibe. When he sits down in that chair, you KNOW the next few hours are about to get stupidly funny, unexpectedly deep, and irresponsibly high.
The chemistry between them hits instantly. Da Hippie’s all “Bro… listen… I had a thought…” and Da Big Guy’s like “Sit down, shut up, let me hit this, and THEN we’ll talk about your thought.” Next thing you know they’re going back and forth like two dudes who’ve been best friends in every past life — cavemen, pirates, astronauts, you name it — arguing about snacks, aliens, strains, music, and whatever madness their baked brains latch onto.
And what makes it even better?
They do it TWICE a damn day.
By late morning they’re rolling, laughing so hard they can’t breathe, spinning music so good you forget you were supposed to be doing something productive. People are sitting at work like “Why am I smiling at my computer like an idiot?” It’s because Da Big Guy and Da Hippie just sent another joke straight through your soul.
Then 4PM hits — and boom — they return like the weed Avengers. Same studio. Same energy. Just even higher because the day wore them out and the bowls wore them IN. Da Big Guy’s got the munchies so bad he’s describing food like it’s a religious experience. Da Hippie’s leaning back in his chair explaining why he believes his couch has spiritual powers. They're laughing, you’re laughing, the music is vibing, and life just feels better.
And when they get philosophical?
Bro…
Da Big Guy drops these random, all-caps, deep-as-the-ocean stoner gems like:
“BRO… IF GRAVITY IS REAL… WHY DO HIGH PEOPLE FLOAT??”
Da Hippie responds with some slow, mystical hippie wisdom like he’s transcending space-time:
“Because we vibe, not fall, man…”
Then they both laugh until they can’t breathe, hit play on the next song, and the whole world feels lighter for a minute.
Between the smoke, the laughter, the music, the madness, and the absolute chaos of two dudes vibing at frequencies only dogs and stoners can hear — this is EXACTLY why people tune in. Morning. Afternoon. Every damn day.
Because when Da Big Guy and Da Hippie are live…
Your day instantly gets brighter.
Your stress melts.
Your vibe lifts.
Your brain goes, “Yeah… this is the energy I needed.”
It’s not just a show.
It’s not just buzz.
🔥💨 It’s your daily ritual. Your two-part spiritual session. Your audio edible. 💨🔥
So spark that joint, sip that drink, take that break, and vibe out with the boys —
8AM–Noon and 4PM–8PM —
every damn day on WTHC Radio: Your 420 Celebration Station.
Tune in or miss out, bro. 🌿📻🔥
🎸 🔥🌿 THE WTHC MORNING SHOW: DA OLD TIMER & SKUNKY 🌿🔥
Every damn morning before the sun even remembers to clock in, those two lovable disasters Da Old Timer and Skunky stumble into the WTHC Radio studio like a couple of baked superheroes who forgot their capes but remembered their lighters. The door swings open, a cloud of smoke drifts out like it’s clocking in for its shift, and there they are—Old Timer moving slow as syrup, Skunky bouncing around like somebody slipped an espresso shot in his bong water.
Da Old Timer always walks in first, wearing that look on his face like he’s been awake for 10 minutes but stoned for 50 years. He grumbles something like “Back in my day, we didn’t need alarms, the weed woke YOU up,” and then immediately sits down like the chair is the only thing in the room that understands him. Man hits one bowl, sighs like he’s lived through 12 wars and a bad joint, and then turns on the mic with that legendary old-head gravel voice that somehow makes every story sound like it happened on a porch in 1973.
Then Skunky bursts in, already talking before he’s fully in the room, because Skunky don’t enter a studio—Skunky erupts into it. His hair’s got the big white skunk stripe glowing under the LED lights, his tie-dye shirt is loud enough to wake the neighbors, and his whole body is vibrating like a chihuahua who found your edibles. First words out of his mouth are usually:
“BROOOOOOO… you will NOT believe what happened this morning—WAIT I FORGOT—NO WAIT I REMEMBER—NO NEVER MIND—OH YEAH OKAY LISTEN—”
And Da Old Timer just stares at him, eyes half-open, already regretting every life choice that led him to this exact moment.
But the magic happens when the mics go live. Suddenly you got Old Timer spinning stories about smoking in the 70s, how a dime bag actually cost a dime, how he once hotboxed a Volkswagen so hard it legally counted as a fog advisory—and Skunky interrupting every sentence with, “BRO NO WAY, YOU ACTUALLY DID THAT?!?” while knocking over a bong, stepping on the headphones, and eating somebody else’s Pop-Tarts.
The two of them together are pure chaotic morning energy. One’s high and slow like a warm sunrise… the other’s high and fast like a squirrel that found a Red Bull. They bicker, they roast each other, they both forget what the hell they were talking about, then suddenly they’re laughing so hard they have to turn the microphones down before the listeners go deaf. Half the time a song starts late because Skunky can’t find the right button, and the other half it starts early because Old Timer leaned on the control panel while reaching for snacks.
But you know what? It works. It works because it’s real. Because it’s honest. Because these two dudes aren’t trying to be anything except high, happy, and hanging out with YOU. Listening to them in the morning feels like waking up in a house full of friends where someone already rolled the first joint, someone’s making coffee you’re definitely too high for, and everyone’s laughing their asses off before 9AM.
Every morning they give the world the perfect combo of baked wisdom and stoner chaos. Old Timer hits you with the “back in my day” knowledge that makes you feel like you're sitting next to a wise old weed shaman—Skunky hits you with the fast-paced ADHD lightning bolts of comedy that make you choke on your cereal. Together? They’re the only morning duo that can turn dragging yourself out of bed into something you actually look forward to.
And that’s why people tune in. Because waking up with Da Old Timer & Skunky ain’t just a radio show… it’s a whole damn vibe. A whole mood. A whole wake-and-bake lifestyle.
If you ain’t starting your day with these two?
Bro… you’re missing out on the best part of the morning.
💨🔥 WTHC Radio — Your 420 Celebration Station. Tune in and get lifted with the boys. 🌿📻🔥
Da Crazy man Crazycodex
🔥🌙 CRAZY CODEX — THE LATE-NIGHT MAD SCIENTIST OF WTHC RADIO 🌙🔥
One long, unhinged, high-as-saturn story of pure midnight madness.
When the rest of the world is winding down, brushing teeth, shutting lights off, and pretending to be responsible adults, Crazy Codex is just waking up — stretching like a baked alley cat, cracking his knuckles, and stepping into the WTHC Radio studio like he’s entering a laboratory where the laws of physics are merely “suggestions.”
This dude doesn’t host late-night radio…
He summons it.
He arrives somewhere around “whenever tf the moon tells him to,” sunglasses still on even though it’s pitch black outside, a pink-and-grey tie-dye shirt like he mugged a cloud for it, and hair that screams “I tried to sleep but my brain said NOPE, WE EXPERIMENTING TONIGHT.”
The moment he opens that studio door, you hear it.
Not music.
Not talking.
Not even him.
But the sound of something bubbling.
Because Codex always brings something he shouldn’t have.
Sometimes it’s a Mentos-and-soda volcano in a lunchbox.
Sometimes it’s a homemade bong that looks like NASA threw it away for being “too risky.”
Sometimes it’s a jar of glow sticks he insists are “definitely non-toxic probably.”
Sometimes it’s a toaster, a banana, and a question he absolutely should NOT be asking on live radio.
And then he’s ON AIR — voice all hyped, words flying faster than your lighter disappears during a smoke sesh — launching straight into some wild half-baked “garage experiment” like:
“BRO… tonight we are TESTING whether a goldfish can vibe with reggae at 420 decibels! (Don’t worry, we don’t actually HAVE a goldfish… yet.)”
He’s the kind of guy who tries to create a smoke tornado using a fan and a hotbox.
The kind of guy who’s tried to microwave a Pop-Tart with a glow stick inside.
The kind of guy who once asked, completely seriously:
“If you take a dab so big it makes time slow down… is that time travel??”
And Da Big Guy had to actually think about it.
Codex ain’t just high — he’s intergalactic.
He’s floating in a dimension where everything is funny, everything is possible, and everything is one lighter away from becoming a science project.
Late at night, when the world is quiet, Codex becomes the voice of every baked genius who ever stared at their ceiling and whispered, “What if…?”
And then immediately tried it.
Listeners tune in at midnight like they’re entering a sacred ritual:
🔥 A little music
🔥 A lot of smoke
🔥 And one fully functional lunatic trying to understand the universe with household supplies and a bowl the size of a cereal box
He’ll drop a song, then come back with:
“OKAY SO I ACCIDENTALLY MADE STATIC ELECTRICITY OUT OF A SOCK AND A PIECE OF CHEESE—”
He’ll tell you he discovered a new element called Cannabinonium that only exists in his garage.
He’ll swear gravity works different when he’s high.
He’ll pull out a slinky and try to explain quantum physics with it.
He’ll talk to the studio plants like they’re his co-hosts.
And somehow… SOMEHOW…
It all makes sense when you’re listening at 1AM with a blunt in your hand wondering how we as a species made it this far.
Crazy Codex turns late-night stoner radio into a comedic psychedelic science show hosted by a man who definitely shouldn’t be near electricity after dark — but we’re damn glad he is.
Every night becomes a rollercoaster of smoke clouds, music, experiments, laughter, accidental discoveries, near-disasters, and cosmic-level “ah f*** it, let’s try it” energy.
By the time he signs off, you’ve laughed harder than your lungs can handle, questioned reality at least twice, and learned ABSOLUTELY NOTHING that can help you in real life…
…but holy hell, you had fun.
Codex doesn’t just close the night.
He blasts it into another galaxy and sends you there with him.
🔥💨 Crazy Codex — the Late Night King of Chaos.
Only on WTHC Radio.
Where even the laws of science are high. 🌙🤣🌿
DJ RedEyes
🔥😵🌿 DJ REDEYES — THE NIGHT SHIFT NOBODY ASKED FOR BUT EVERYBODY LOVES 😵🌿🔥
Monday–Friday • 9PM–Midnight Eastern
Every damn weeknight, right around the time normal people start brushing their teeth and pretending they’re gonna “go to bed early,” the real freaks come out…
the smoke gets thicker…
the vibes get weirder…
and the WTHC Radio studio starts making sounds it should NOT make.
That’s when DJ RedEyes shows up — your favorite midnight menace, the undisputed king of “Bro… I think I’m too high but let’s keep going,” and the only DJ alive who can both host a show and forget he’s hosting a show at the exact same time.
He don’t walk into the building.
He materializes like a stoned Pokémon.
Half the time he bursts through the door laughing at a joke he hasn’t even finished THINKING yet. The other half he’s standing in the hallway staring at the vending machine like it just insulted his mother.
He’s got that ultra-baked, glossy-eyed look that says:
“Yeah bro… I took a nap at 6 PM… woke up at 8 PM… smoked til 8:07… and now I can smell colors.”
By the time he hits the studio at 9 PM, he’s already 3 hits deep, wearing some wild tie-dye shirt that might be a portal to another dimension, and carrying snacks he absolutely didn’t pay for.
RedEyes sits in that DJ chair like it’s a throne made of broken lighters and leftover roaches.
He slides the headphones on, squints real hard at the buttons, and says the same thing EVERY night:
“Bro… which one of these starts the music again? …Wait… don’t tell me…
…I wanna guess.”
And then he presses the WRONG damn button with full confidence.
Every.
Single.
Night.
The lights flicker.
The speakers cry.
The studio plants shake.
Someone in Discord goes “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
And RedEyes just giggles like a toddler that found a marker.
But once he gets going?
OOOH BOY.
The night becomes a whole adventure.
He’s playing absolute BANGERS — reggae, rock, ska, weird indie bands you’ve never heard of, and sometimes a song he SWEARS is real but may actually be something he dreamed once after eating edibles shaped like dinosaurs.
Between the tracks, he goes on these wild, high-octane rants about:
⭐ Why every lighter is secretly alive
⭐ How the fridge light is definitely judging him
⭐ Why pizza tastes better after 11PM
⭐ How he once hallucinated that his socks were giving him life advice
⭐ Why aliens absolutely smoke weed and he can “prove it probably”
He reads comments like they’re ancient prophecies.
He loses his train of thought so often it should have its own missing-person poster.
He laughs so hard he hits mute by accident and keeps talking for 45 seconds before realizing nobody heard a damn thing.
And bro…
THE MUNCHIES.
This man eats on air like he’s recording an ASMR podcast for stoners.
One minute he’s crunching chips.
The next he’s opening a burrito wrapper so loud it sounds like a thunderstorm.
Then he’s whispering, “Bro… don’t judge me but I dipped a Pop-Tart in nacho cheese once and it slapped.”
You can HEAR his soul leave his body every time he bites something too hot.
Listeners tune in like it’s their spiritual duty because DJ RedEyes is exactly what late-night radio was meant to be:
unpredictable, hilarious, a little concerning, and HIGH AS HELL.
He vibes with you.
He laughs with you.
He gets lost with you.
He forgets the next song with you.
He accidentally plays the same track twice and blames the universe with you.
And he makes every night feel like hanging out with that one friend who always shows up with too many snacks, a questionable story, and a bong shaped like a dragon.
By the time midnight hits, you’re baked, you’re smiling, you’re confused, you’re entertained, and somehow you feel like your whole day just got better right before you passed out.
🔥💨 DJ RedEyes — Monday through Friday, 9PM to Midnight Eastern.
🔥💨 Laugh. Munch. Vibe. Get lost. Get found. Get high.
🔥💨 Only on WTHC Radio — Your 420 Celebration Station.
If you ain’t listening to RedEyes at night…
bro… what are you even doing with your insomnia? 🌙🤣💨