The boys break format to discuss woefully irresponsible celebrity parents, watch 1981’s Halloween II, and get mauled by apex feline roommates.

The boys fall for the “popcorn bucket in the lap trick” at the movie theater, piss on the Alamo while wearing Sharon Osbourne’s knickers, and toss around a few biopic candidates they’d like to see on the big screen.

The boys pass gas on the intercom at WalMart, conflate flatulence with Freud’s Oedipus complex, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of The Doors’ 1967 art-rock epic, “The End.”

The boys engage in more public drunkenness, innocently dehumanize people with cap guns, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Anthrax’s 1987 thrash classic, “Indians.”

The boys engulf themselves in Marilyn Manson’s groin, woodshed Smoke on the Water for music class, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of The White Stripes’ 2003 garage-rock hit, “Seven Nation Army.”

The boys squeeze into their wive’s red tights, rediscover a lost episode, and call Mother mooch to rave about Black Sabbath’s 1975 experimental masterpiece, “Sabotage.”

The boys fail multiple roadside sobriety tests, share a motel room with creeping religious authoritarianism, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Clutch’s 2004 alt-metal rocker, “Profits of Doom.”

The boys hide a stiff sock under the mattress, lament mistreating ex-girlfriends, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Alanis Morissette’s 1995 post-grunge hit, “You Oughta Know.”

The boys suffer from beer induced erectile dysfunction, rewatch Eraserhead, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Dead Kennedys’ 1981 party-rock mock anthem, “Too Drunk to Fuck.”

The boys lament the loss of legacy media, celebrate the consistent mediocrity of Brook Jacoby, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Tom Petty’s 2002 corporate radio critique, “The Last DJ.”