Himmel turns the page into thepost-forty-five chapter and he, and a few others, have thoughts.

Hall is in his semi-traditional rant about Art for Art’s Sake. Himmel pushes back as he usually does.

Don has, after four years of sleeping on his couch from a previous marriage, become the owner of a… gasp… bed!

When the gentlemen of the ApeCast have nothing to talk about, they talk about their divorces. Duh.

Do we need all the food, distractions, and attention we desire. Probably fucking not.

Don shares about his tendency to utter awkward stuff without repent. David has his moments of foot in mouth, as well. Jake has pinkeye and all three agree that the Blue Origin space flight was a buncha shit. Typical day at the office.

Ah, the dulcit sounds of two white guys complaining. Isn’t this what you signed up for? Is your need to hear it ethical? Are you consuming this podcast while wiping with tree bark and calling friends on a coupla cans with string?

Both Apes a single, divorced, and figuring out the world of the spouseless. So, of course, they talk about it.

Hall wrote something. Himmel dreamed something. It is established that no one can protest Kermit the Frog, Himmel is more Millenial than Gen X, and Hall would fuck a wax figure. Consider that your fucking trigger warning.

Yes. Hall loves Survivor. Insufferably, he drags Himmel through the least appealing fan crush conversation in the history of the seminal reality series.