for when chipmunking one at a time just isn't enough

Sure she may be crawling on the ceiling and hissing, but we can fix her.

Nothing takes the edge off of a fresh moist curse like cold hard cash.

Ladies and gentlemen, the word of the day is "Consent."

The title really speaks for itself on this one.

Bryan has been so busy courting oil barons and rifling through his mountains of illicit materials that he hasn't had time for the podcast lately. Desperate for a short notice guest they tag in the first person they could find, for better or worse.

Sam was hoping that escaping to a treehouse in the Northwest would save his failing marriage. It didn't.

With Poob off in france doing whatever the france people do, Sam and Bryan record the hardest episode of their entire careers.

The boys met up and finally recorded a podcast in person... and it was easily one of our worst yet.

We're back for our totally legit and totally not a joke annual check up with therapist Dontoni in the hopes that he can mend our ruined friendship.