Kid welcomes in Jay Bird talkin' about trucks sliding on ice, dumbasses flagging semis too late, chaos on I-75 and Florida’s fuckroads. Semis don’t care, crashing with beds to nap in.

Jaybird caught Keanu sneaking out a Detroit dive and Kevin James will be in Saginaw soon; Kid’s chasing a Paul Blart scribble—haters can choke, Leah Remini’s too fine for that schlub.

Thanksgiving flashback: Kid wishes he ditched turkey for Cheech and Chong—family can wait. We revisit 2015: with Copper and Kid, blitzed after Silverback’s karaoke flake, dodge cops in a shitty Pontiac. Drunk, stoned, weaving through Essexville streets, they bullshit their way out via J-Mac’s notoriety. 

Jaybird and his daughter hit the Heisman in NYC—she drives like a beast, Statue of Liberty’s ass pops from Jersey, then she nails a Pennsylvania blizzard, tailing trucks.  Kid is wearing a Braves hat that honors his dead pal Andy, saving Kid’s skull in a bike crash—collarbone snapped, brain intact. They plot a no-flirt waitress night—fat fucking chance.