It's almost here...STAR WARS! All of us are super excited about it and by all of us I don't mean Stacy.

This is one of the rare shows where things get a little real and real heavy. Then a man who knows what real pain is, wrestling legend and adorable human being, Mick Foley joins us to talk about wrestling, dating and storytelling. Never fear, we might be more reserved in this episode, but someone still vomits.

You know us. We don't like to brag or talk about ourselves but in this rare look behind the curtain we share a bit of pride and a bit of grief about having done this little show for a very long time.

Jeremy's sense of being seems to hinge on getting a satisfactory answer about where to clip toenails. Plus, Stacy has a moment with the cable guy and daylight savings time is racist. Please dim the interrogation lamp, I'm trying out my new wankband.

Stacy has issues with some household fixtures and it gets pretty sexy,
Jeremy thinks the kids should ditch their phones at a rock and roll
show, and we have a legendary guest coming up next week! Please keep
the air guitar in your mom's basement where it belongs, Troy.

Aaron didn't get his 2 masters degrees at Larvard for nothing. He did it so he could afford the sharpest threads in tow. Let's go shopping!

We're Livin' La Vida Loca in this throwback Thursday clip. Don't worry, we'll bring the milkshake.

We catch up on your emails, tell some dick stories and wonder where to pleasure ourselves now that the appliances are watching. The energy is all wrong in here, let's just play some Genesis and go home.

We come up with the next million dollar idea and go to a birthday party. Meanwhile some llamas need a soundtrack. We suggest Genesis.

Stacy gets hammered and takes us to a weird puppet show...thankfully not on the east coast where it's three hours colder.