Kiwi returns with a newfound outlook (and a different accent momentarily). Kiwi promotes his Fiverr account (broken English included!) and Jimothy forgets to buy celebratory items for Kiwi's resurgence. I'M THE MAN...the man shrouded in doubt. A neglectful, non-caring therapist. Nardwuar as a therapist would unlock horrific, repressed memories. He HAS to know! The boys remember eating mud, bird seed, fried chicken off train tracks, and cake off a Huddle House parking lot. A YouTuber whom would casually stroll up to roadkill and start chowing down. Watching a parasite exit a praying mantis. Jimothy questions Joe Rogans ties to nature. Knowing stoners that actually exhibit the anti-drugs commercials deflated lady on the couch. The music tastes and financial detriments of a useless stoner type. Kiwi projects a sad/boring life to a Walking Dead fan he once worked with. Kiwi and Jimothy hate small talk and television talk. The ability to retain useless pop culture, lyrics, TV, ads, ect. Stuck on the radio, Siriusly. Jimothy shares a recent concert experience, which on the way found himself literally sandwiched between the ups of life and the downs of death. The cold reality of death amongst the living populous. Oblivion NPCs! Featuring a lady from the Gayborhood and a Sload that will steal your potato chips. Poor Peter Griffin impressions for self defense. Pepe le Pew makes his much undesired return to the podcast to harass Kiwi more than ever before. Pepe kneads your butthole. ---HOSTS: Kiwi & Jimothy