Aaron's worlds collide at Applebee's, our new favorite song gives Jeremy the best idea ever, and Stacy watches porn with unsatisfactory results. Plus there's a new man in our lives - his name is Frango!

Jeremy and Aaron whip themselves into a fantasy frenzy, then trash talker "Jen" calls to negotiate punishment for the losers. Meanwhile Stacy gets hypnotized to stop smoking so Jeremy decides to take up the habit instead. Plus, butt stuff!

This is our Christmas special! No, really. Uh oh. Happy Holidays, dummies!

This episode is pretty much about how Jeremy wins at life, pays for nothing, then goes to the Bahamas. Meanwhile Stacy signs up for traffic court and Aaron's goldfish commits suicide. Nailed it! #champion

Jeremy gets an early birthday present and Aaron is fed up with football morons. Then we visit a couple of fun gals on the internet who have a lot to say about something. Plus Stacy discovers she's smoking Skynet. GO HAWKS!

Stacy stops smoking, Jeremy saves lives, and Aaron explains the polar vortex. That's how champions start a new year. Then, dinosaur porn is a thing that exists, obviously. We suggest listening to this episode with the lights off.

David Byrne is a Scottish-born American musician who was the founding member, principal songwriter, and lead singer and guitarist of the legendary band "Talking Heads." However, he was NOT in the movie "The People Under the Stairs" as Jeremy believed for almost 2 decades.

It turns out that guy was Everett McGill which, Jeremy only discovered last night after we discussed plans for the 3rd season of the Ear Goggles Podcast.

Call your friends and let them know we're almost back and it won't be any better because you waited!

We end the 2nd season in true 2016 fashion with a disappointing screw. Got any Neosporin? During the break, we're gonna drive the rented Batmobile to Vegas for a robot sex convention! Or hide until the sun comes back. See you in the spring, dummies!

There's nothing on TV but that just means more time for Star Wars! Then we talk to Tom Arnold who's way more chatty than Jerry Lewis and shares how he got Donald Trump's elusive tax returns. Hey Santa, all we want for Christmas is a Death Star house, world peace, and a sweet drum set.