We get censored this episode, and it's not for saying Soup Nazi too much. George is disgusted with Jerry. Kramer is roughed up by toughs.

Elaine tries to write catalogue copy and defends her alarm clock and microwave skills. Katy asks Derek to banter.

Too much happens in the span of two days. George winks constantly. We agree head-to-toe doesn't make sense.

Derek thinks Katy uses too many mugs. Katy is pro-canning. Larry David's worst story idea sees George providing a chair.

All we want are doors to the floor. George wants to postpone to the first day of Spring. Kramer spills a latte.

She scooped the niblets. Katy identifies with Elaine as a pyjama-clad, neighbour-yeller. Derek appreciates knowing where you are and what you're doing. We discuss Mad About You.

Is nog short for "not egg" in this case? We drink on air for your holiday enjoyment. Warning: Lots of lippy smacky noises.

Oh no! My frankfurter! My frankfurter oh no. The incomparable divine Miss M finds herself Gilooly'd, and princess wants a manicure. None of this make sense, and we gab about hockey goss.

You gotta support the team. This devolves into a hockey gossip podcast with a sidebar into butt wiping.

Repeat after me: you can't have sex in the lobby of a hotel. And what does it mean if you say you have a pen in your ear? George is a terrible person.