After 3 months, "What's In The Fridge?" is back! And we're talking about everyone's favorite topic: politics. Please enjoy nearly an hour and a half of us talking about how messed up our government is. And best of all, it's all unedited! Because Philip is the laziest.

We've got BLEACH, we've got ASIAN CHRISTINES, we've got SPEECHES MADE IN ELEVATORS--that's what's in the fridge this time, so getcho napkins, getcho forkskniveschopsticks, and getcho sriracha, 'cause we are diggin' right in! (This was a very low-effort episode description, thank you for reading.)

In Episode 7 of "What's In The Fridge?" (which followed Episode 6 immediately and without delay), we talk about etymology and why we like/dislike it. Philip hosts the Greatest Spelling Bee ever, resulting in Jeff falling into a state of unfortunate catalepsy.

This week's episode of What's In The Fridge? has nothing to do with its title. Christine opens the fridge to retrieve her secret stash--cookies and alcohol--and educates us on diabetes and alcoholism. Christine dips Oreos in whisky, and that is a g-d-FACT!

Jeff opens the fridge this week and releases a Pandora's box of bad erotica. Needless to say, his co-hosts get all hot and bothered. We suck, we slurp; we encounter scoundrels, kismet, and the ONE. WHITE. GOD. And, immediately following this episode, everyone goes to their kitchens to throw away their pepper mills. 

In Episode 4 of "What's In The Fridge?" we talk about the pop culture phenomenon that has transcended generations: Star Wars! We discuss our favorite memories made possible by the sci-fi franchise, Philip rants like a fanboy in defense of The Last Jedi (2017), and we collectively try to forget the giant, putrid turd that is The Rise of Skywalker (we're sorry if you liked it). The usual co-hosts are also joined by special guest Jeremiah, and a new erotic fanfiction is born: Babu Frik x Chewbacca???

Brian opens the fridge, revealing an ENTIRE PASSENGER PLANE. We talk about the record-shattering grounding of Boeing's 737 Max 8, the art of pooping on the company dime, and why planes don't flap their wings.