Stacy wakes up during a colonoscopy and Jeremy's daughter joins a gang. Plus, Rudolph is still not gay. Let's stop at the drugstore, I need some Vaseline and a taser.

OH NO. We take one little hiatus because Jeremy broke his bone and the whole country goes to hell. This is worse than that time I had to whack it with the wrong hand.

Stacy loves tacos, Westworld and especially Obama, and Jeremy prefers his dinner in a vat now. Listen Chad, I'm turned on and covered in meat sprinkles...call me after you vote for Hillary!

Aaron can yell all he wants now, Stacy runs out of her hippie potion, and aliens are real. Plus we talk to a founder of the new Evergrey project and almost win a contest. Grab the magic oil, we're goin' to Mississippi!

Jeremy's house is broken, Aaron doesn't plan ahead, and Stacy has a confession. Hey, do you think this giant box will fit in my Hyundai? Help me.

Stacy rocks out with Trouble and hardly anything bad happens! Mostly. Plus Aaron is in DC, and it turns out broken dicks are a real thing which reminds us Trump is awful. See you at the voting booth on some day in November!

No one loves Stacy so she dances it out with a bunch of hippie strangers then Aaron flunks a quiz and gets irrationally angry. Look what I can do!

If only Donald Trump had listened when Sterling Archer tried to warn him about his choice of words back in 2005.

We consult an expert about a bizarre humming noise and ponder other mysteries like whatever happened to Tony, why's Meatloaf in the attic, and what sort of monster hates donuts. Hey, anybody got a quarter for the lube machine?

Aaron meets a brown trout in the forest, Stacy gets high in the morning, and Jeremy hopes there'll be plenty of pop-tarts when the sexbots take over. This episode is like Three's Company in your mouth!