Is AI here to replace writers? We ask ChatGPT and the answer is absolutely.

Himmel inadvertantly showed his six-year-old porn and had to explain it.

Don is on a tear about the linguistic games of… well, everybody, everywhere. So the chimps break it down masterfully.

David wrote a thing about the country, anxiety, hubris, and why there will never be a woman president. So, instead of read it, the Monkeys yap about it.

The Chimps talk through the recent presidential election and what went wrong.

Hall is Johnny Lawrence minus the karate and, in his new role at work, is suddenly surrounded by Gen Z. He has thoughts.

Nothing to see here, gang. Except Hall, fully clothed, asleep in his car.

It turns out that both David and Don are really lousy at relationships but great with relationship advice. Also, so is Yakov Smirnoff.

What infuriates Himmel? Jewel selection, stereotypes, handjobs at the symphony? Hall just doesn’t seem to get all that angry about anything. What’s the deal (asked in the most 1980’s stand up manner)?

Can David go work on a cruise ship? Why would he want to? What the fuck is all of this shit about cruise ships? And how does one figuratively blow a load in your pants?