The Boy graduates from fancy book college. The Huckleberry wonders about the farm system of ASL interpreters. The Hernandi boo a poet, learn what "The Shocker" is and marvel at bidet technology. FORKS UP!!!!!

The Artist makes a plea for Japanese grandmas everywhere. Mex sees Miss Piggy and her gavel get real weird. Your Huckleberry enjoys cool rhymes by a royal lizard and has to tell a fellow golfer he cannot spin the earth.

Your Huckleberry has to put out two shows in two days. The Boy graduates. Mex takes issue with the grandfather clock. The Artist then watches pope stuff and accidentally insults the lovely Rita Moreno whilst sleeping.

Mex knows how to fool politicians with his fake tattoos. The Artist welcomes back his pal Ground Chucky The Boy Made of Meat™. Your Huckleberry reminisces about his childhood and the charm of Ronald McDonald and stunt rooms. 

The Huckleberry learns how to be a wingman for a suave centenarian. Mex remembers his late, bad ass grandpa, and also remembers when Henry Hill was his dad. We also learn why The Artist likes weather, yet hates meteorology. 

Mex tells the tale of Big Toga Pete. The Artist learns that even drummers get vitiligo. Your Huckleberry then confesses to being a food pimp and remaining undecided in the question of who's better, Led Zeppelin or The Fat Boys.

The Huckleberry will do anything for Selenas. Mex applauds the wisdom of the MAGA people and needs reading glasses to be a Beatle. We also hear about Mex's new film, White Hawk Down.

Your Huckleberry pays tribute to the REAL Huckleberry. Mex comes back from MAGA land with tales of moonshine, a leg holocaust and a house made of waffles.

The Artist is planning a trip into the heart of MAGA country. The Huckleberry then discovers his slapstick heroes were sketchy. Mex gets into dubbing Japanese, topless cartwheels and ruining KISS... again.

Mex finds out that the demon has a change of plans. The Artist discusses: inappropriate stooges, Dragon Town and Tommy Chong. Empty Nestor pays a visit and meets his hero. Your Huckleberry then decides that Musk dude may just be a little Sheldonesque.