Las Vegas took the clean folded laundry of Simone's mind and threw it in the hamper, Stephy sorta participated in teaching compassion to the Seattle Police Department, and they both wrestle with the ethical tension of eating at Costco and Ikea.

Simone is gay for Australian rules football, Stephy exploits the untapped market of Christian erotica, and the down syndrome thump gesture is discussed.

Simone is disappointed in Tony Danza, Stephy's eardrums aren't the same after Bob Mould, we feel the celebrities had it coming, and the iPhone 5 can go straight to hell.

Simone receives a divine revelation from Tim Gunn, Stephy rants about self-indulgent sermon intro videos in church, and scientists are growing dongs in petri dishes.

Simone is troubled by Nerve’s list of the sexist women in comedy, we have diseased wiener reports from a real live dong physician, and Stephy’s doctor is way too hot.

The ladies are outraged by Mars Hill's stupid dating advice, Stephy found a Christian blog that says "when you get to know your husband's penis, you honor God," and our husbands read a transcript of one of our episodes (Gregg playing the role of Simone, David playing the role of Stephy).

Simone attends a bachelorette party and has a jarring ride in a limo, Stephy delivers the latest Focus on the Family review of 'Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter', and Simone attends a very LA wedding.

Simone reads the original pitch for the completely surreal Jason Alexander/Nickelback video, Stephy repeatedly texted the wrong person because she assumed they were kidding (“Seriously, you have the wrong number.” “Whatever, asspunch!”), and David and Gregg show up for another disgusting round of Would You Rather?

Simone floundered in gay at Liza Minelli, Stephy got a creepy email from someone who was excommunicated from Mars Hill Church, and together they review an astoundingly graphic instructional film on sex for people with disabilities.

Stephy’s meme pisses off Glenn Beck, Simone goes camping with only a yoga mat and internet access, and mean people on Facebook need to fuck off.