Last episode in the old apartment. I decide I'm moving back to Philly thanks to the series finale of House, talk about friends with benefits, pegging, my banana of a therapist, and more.

Matt Burn makes his second appearance, and he goes into detail about his trans girl hookup. He also does a killer Bill Cosby impression.

I pay homage to my uncle who passed away last week, talk about my confusion with women naming their dildos, compare Kobe Bryant to Aaron Hernandez, and update you all on therapy.

Happy MLK day! I'm almost three weeks sober, and rant about why MLK was one of the greatest dudes ever, but not because of his civil rights movement. My roommate continues to drink my milk, and I also need advice on my living situation, and am seeing a therapist next week and have an idea to expedite the process.

I'm 11 days sober, head spinning on Zyn pouches. I talk about wanting to strangle my roommate, advice to OnlyFans creators, relationship advice in the mailbag, James Corden, the Capitol Hill fiasco, and more.

I'm back from a PA Christmas and have a great story about some jerk I met who doesn't understand finesse. I have an important update about a life choice I'm making as well. Plus, I toured the Yuengling Brewery in Pottsville, PA and had a great time.

I'm basically over COVID-19. My roommate just left (Thank God) and I ramble about going to PA for Christmas, Yuengling, why friends are better than family, Chris Pratt being Bi-Sexual, and Omaha Steaks.

I tested positive for Covid-19! Woohoo! I struggle to breathe through this one, my bad. I have flashbacks of my abusive mom too. In all honesty, this episode blows.

It's the day before Thanksgiving, and I talk about why Columbus saved us from a life of camping. I go into detail about the times I had to dial 911 on Thanksgiving, my holiday anxiety, my friend sleeping with an NBA star, and certain kinds of porn being banned in the USA.