Well look what we got here Herschel, a little bid uh that fancy big city Lunch Meat.

This week, Brad and Chris are wettin' their whistles with some peculiar energy elixirs that smell a mite suspicious and taste like trouble. Tensions rise early when Chris offers up a gift that don’t quite fit the bill, leading to a scuffle over fancy mic covers masquerading as hats.

The conversation turns to Chris’s ornery hound dog, Brando, who’s been nipping at heels and causing the fellas to ponder some drastic measures involving the big ranch in the sky. Between sips, they spin yarns about the perils of delivering packages in the wild for Amazon, debate the strange romantic appeal of a certain mouse named Stuart Little, and reckon why so many Disney villains meet their end fallin' from great heights.

They also take a moment to jaw about Red Dead Redemption 2, Tron Legacy, and the foolishness of wizards before trying to carry a tune together, stumbling more than a drunk horse in a saloon. So sit back, grab some grub, and listen to these two rustlers ramble on till the cows come home.