Buck and Earl's Crazy Ass Videos

Two old friends. One porch. Endless punchlines.

Meet Buck and Earl — the grumpy, sunburned philosophers of the American backroads. Whether they're sittin’ on a splintered bench outside the gas station, shootin’ the breeze at the state fair, or crackin’ wise at a barbecue, these two always have something wild, weird, or way-too-honest to say. So don't be offended

This is the official home of their unfiltered wisdom, backwoods banter, and front porch punchlines.

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Welcome to Buck and Earl website

Two geezers. One bench. Zero filters.

Meet Buck and Earl — two retirement-age renegades who spend their golden years talkin’ trash, tellin’ jokes, and offending at least one person per episode. They don’t have a podcast (they think that’s a kind of fishing rod), but they do have a camera and zero shame.

Meet Our Wives

That loudmouth in the “Hot Flash” shirt? That’s Louann — Earl’s wife and former town mattress.
Back in high school, she screwed the entire football team.Except Earl.
School only had 50 kids, but she kept the locker room busier than a Vegas strip club on payday.

My Love Louann

And Maybel

Naw, sugar — that’s Maybel wearin’ the “Bless This Mess” shirt. Meaner than a bull with his balls hog-tied and twice as ornery.She don’t take no lip from nobody — not even Jesus on a bad day.
But bless her heart, she’s got a twisted sense of humor… just look at that face. - Bucks Wife

Meet Buck And Earl

That there’s Buck — built like a busted recliner and sweatin’ gravy by noon.
His beard’s got more crumbs than a Waffle House booth, and his “NASCAR ’97” shirt?
Ain’t been washed since the race.

He drinks mystery juice from a mason jar, farts loud enough to scare squirrels, and claims he once wrestled a possum for custody.

Don’t ask him about politics, religion, or pants with zippers — he don’t trust any of ‘em.

My hobbies?
• Napping in lawn chairs ‘til sunburned
• Yellin’ at squirrels like they owe him money
• Collecting broken remote controls “just in case”
• Carving whistles out of Slim Jims
• And runnin’ his fantasy monster truck league (he’s the commissioner and all 12 players)

That’s Earl — 75 years young and built like a scarecrow that’s seen some things.
He’s skinnier than a chicken neck, wears overalls with no shirt (even to church), and his straw hat’s been through more storms than a trailer park in tornado season.

His mustache?
Looks like two possums tryin’ to kiss.
His skin?
So leathery, he’s technically a handbag in four states.

Hobbies?
• Arguin’ with the weatherman
• Givin’ unsolicited medical advice at the Dollar Store
• Spittin’ wisdom like “If it smells like fish, it’s probably gone bad — unless it’s catfish”
• Makin’ moonshine in a busted air fryer
• And convincin’ folks he almost made it to NASCAR — “but the tractor blew a gasket”

He once got kicked out of a state fair for fightin' a mechanical bull and still holds a grudge against squirrels, bicycles, and pants with belts.