Episode 2302: Kid A.G. starts by admitting he blew a blood vessel in his eye from doing something so hard (or laughing at a comedy show), then spirals into eye doctor nightmares where a literal gecko-woman with divergent lazy eyes tries to measure his pupils like she's cross-eyed calibrating a missile. Progressives? $700 for bifocals? Nah, he's dreaming of Ray-Ban smart glasses so he can translate foreigners while dodging ICE death squads.

Hat Trick unleashes the main event: New Year's Eve turned full-on threesome with the fireman (backwards hat on while railing Zul bent over) and Zul herself—shots as lube, midnight makeouts, fingering while getting plowed, Hat Trick eating her out till puke o'clock.

Politics? Pure rage boner: ICE murders in Minnesota. 47-day trained trigger-happy incels with $50k bonuses, Trump declaring "my own morality" as his only limit (so rape, pay off porn stars, kidnap leaders—cool cool). Clips roast draft-dodger defenders, spineless cronies, and cultists still slurping golden-toilet slop while the world laughs at America's fascist clown show. Olympics? Cancel that shit before terrorists RSVP.

Wally's voicemail rant? "Women are animals, liars, despicable—start your engines toward the bar!" Man's spiraling into nationalist booze hell. Dropkick Murphys-style AI protest songs? Chef's kiss to the ICE wankers.

This episode is unhinged boomer rage meets cum-drenched triumph—proof after 2302 eps, these degenerates are still gloriously retarded, still fucking, still screaming at the sky. Peak Goin' Deep!