The LITS May special features a surprise performance by 90’s fan favourite NSYNC and an honourable Cinco de Mayo tribute. Luke shares his automotive woes and the varied soundtrack to his commute. Our gal Betty is audibly thrilled by a mysterious encounter with “The Juan” and in a hypnotic recreation, Tony goes a little rogue with the script. Get Me Some Strange proves oddly specific in the address department.

Tony must decide between a hypothetical icy interstellar fender bender or a prolonged demise where the air is sucked right out of his sails...or more accurately, his lungs. 
Suicidal cigars from the stars terrorise credible crews aboard Douglas’ finest commercial aircraft and leave tensions smouldering at the highest levels. Luke dishes out some stars of his own as he shares his love and loathing for Netflix’s latest original programming. Monsters of the deep rear their ugly heads in a oddly titled array of communities.

An evening stroll around a deserted hotel floor results in Tony browsing a mysterious meeting room full of free snacks, liberated from gluten. Luke and Tony play a round of the celebrated workplace time waster punch, hunch and brunch, followed by a ghostly guessing game. Tragedy strikes on the way to Pan Na Mah Na - do doo do do do!

Luke scores big time in the mowing and blowing department. Mumble wrap is held to account for destroying a genre and crimes against humanity. Panic strikes in the paddock as a strangely attired amputee piloting Constable Big Mac touches down, before character assassinations and cover ups attempt to crush the credibility of witnesses and investigators alike. A mysterious message and coded conspiracy foretells destruction and doom.

Derogatory sidekick commentary launches a rambling and disjointed 52nd episode. Jesus disappears for something between one and a half and three days which seriously confuses poor Tony. The holy theme continues as furious debate rages and Luke stands firm on his hole goals. Fond childhood memories are recounted as toll free Teleops calls are placed and unfavourable remuneration is revealed in an exclusive exposé. A fainting photographer holds firm in the face of overwhelming pressure to discount time spent in a less than conscious state. A wedding party pleasure cruise is sunk, ending in haunted matrimony. Bobby B gets a scare and steers clear of a frigid nightmare.

A resurgence of Tony’s fire woes may be on the horizon. Luke finds himself powerless as his wife’s family drops by for a visit. The culinary delights of rural Mid-Canterbury are explored as Tony recounts his emasculating experience of being talked out of supersizing his ice cream and Luke shares the matrimonial woes of small town burger barons. The food fetish continues as the lads discuss spooky sausages and unsettling charitable BBQs. A couple of coach loads of monks are hauled in to confront a very startling Poo Ming encounter. A not so tropical Whitsunday excursion features in Strange.

A grand celebration is in store for the 50th ep, which naturally prompts a throw back to the earliest dick joke in LITS history. Luke divulges his gravity defying soundtrack rituals. Tony falters in the lively game of Exorcism, Ghost or Podcast host although redeems himself by confronting the social issue of 90s child star obesity. To round out the show, the lads find themselves neck deep in lashings of gorgeous strange.

Logical reasoning is wasted on furious Caucasian motorists. A rodent infestation rocks the used car market. Luke and Tony regret being thrifty at a truck stop in sassafras country. The podcast community receives plaudits and acclaim. The world’s worst game-shows find new leases of life as alcohol fuelled drinking experiences. Mysteries of the Unexplained is on the market in delightful hard copy format. A repeat in Strange is followed up with a smidgen of cowspiracy.

Tony faces his most scrumptious hypothetical yet. Reaper Watch is fare-welled and replaced with a brand new weekly segment with a catchy jingle. The World’s most luxurious caravan makes headlines across the Universe though the fanfare results in a poorly executed abduction and a misdirected package. Tony stumbles over his words in Get Me Some Strange as he recites a tale of gray eyes, fair hair and white children.

Tony loses big time preloading on snacks in Vegas. Luke and Tony make time for a traveller who dishes the dirt on some simple minded extraterrestrials, the demise of Insta and his anti-ageing home remedies. A commitment to a 20% reduction in dick jokes in pledged though a noticeable increase in rhombus humour proves a mathematician’s cream dream. Backyard black triangles disrupt the beauty sleep and facsimile capabilities of a countryside couple. Impatient Communists bump into a yeti and hurl more at it than just some swears.