It’s that time when everyone from the office gets together at a bar and, like a dark truth serum, the booze makes the whole room regret ever showing up: the Office Holiday Party.

Tony Spaghetti has Himmel thinking that maybe America is ready for a violent revolution. The chimps discuss.

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.