Today I Learned (Nothing)

Steve took Jason's love of Carly Rae Jepsen to heart and gave her music a chance. Turns out he liked the heavy metal covers better, but hey, progress. The guys also realize you don't have to fear a midlife crisis if you never grow up and Steve uses his wife's absence to up the testosterone in his son's life.

Jason fears being 1%-adjacent, but probably is already anyways

Steve's mother-in-law weaponized his son's discomfort at petty fights in the family based on money qualms to make sure she always wins

Jason teaches his wife how to spit then teaches Steve how to love pop music again.

Don't let Jason know when you're working on a puzzle, he's a puzzle crasher. Don't visit Steve at work, he's a productivity wrecker of the smelliest kind. And whatever you do, don't cook noodles around Steve's daughter. She's a real bloodhound!

The episode title comes from this clip from Major League II, one of the funniest scenes in all of cinema. 

Do birds have enough moral code to not crap on one another? Can a bird fly such a tight loop that it poops on itself? Science demands answers! Also, Jason defends against feline attacks with an umbrella, Penguin-style. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

Jason reports back on the decadent danger of the Steak Rattlesnake Fries (which include neither steaks nor rattlesnakes), Steve draws his life force from the sinewy meats he so craves, and together, the guys try to come up with the ultimate way to eat a cupcake.

Steve's writing a kid's book, and it has his son questioning the difficulty of drawing various body parts (we're talkin' butts, mostly). Jason broke a sacred covenant with his wife, and there's no putting that genie back in the bottle. Also, both their daughters are learning the etiquette of public flatulence, a subject both guys have much wisdom about.

Jason tells his tale of a late-evening trip to Taco Bell, the restaurant that is open, even late (though they clearly don't want to be) (and why are you still here, go away). Steve likes the sauce packets they offer, especially the funny little asides they print on them. Also, Ken Jeong's name sounds unfortunately close to another well-known ... let's say celebrity, and it makes for an awkward moment. 

Steve finds himself to be an expert on sea mammals all of a sudden and attempts to inform Jason as to their sexual proclivities and methods. It's ... weird. 

Jason broke his family's heart with his desire to do anything but fix toilets and design HVAC systems, and he's totally fine with that.

Together, the guys plan their mecca-esque trip to the Hidden Valley Ranch while quickly writing an inspirational kid's movie, The Kid Who Hated Balls.

Steve is on WeChat ... are you? If you're looking for jobs (or jobs) in China, there's a good chance you are! Please follow me for opportunities and possible nip slips. Also, the guys explore the concept of a storage limit to the spank bank.

Steve's son is working his butt off on the court for praise and success, while his daughter is just doing what comes naturally with hers. Jason's family is doing well, but his daughter keeps making friends with people that convince him otherwise. However, he does pretty good impressions, so it all evens out in the end.