Chris flew to the make-believe realm of England to Coronate the new King. He missed the Dwarf Bullfighting, but at least he didn't get his toes sucked. Be sure to take booze if you're going into the woods. 

We are observing the 2 ancestral Gator tenets. Sub-aquatic bowel movements, and straight kibble diet. No more cold chimese food, and balls in ziplocs. We're living up to that french-fry potential.

Robot Sex workers farting in jars. We're starting the UPC, and it's our proudest Dad moment.

You can't have BDE and eat mammoth steak paste. If you survive, there is always breakfast ramen to bring you back. I hear it's best with a mammoth meatball on top. So watch out for bird drones, and Gweneth Paltrow, neither you or golf balls are safe in the sky... Also penis puns.

Boo Boo Bois are Smegma males. Their first hit song "Sigma Balls" was a paradigm shift in Progressive Sambo Pedestrian music. Smart Devices are stupid.

Yugimen are milking mammoth mammories in Vegas. Just watch our for the single-utters.

Neanderthal mall ninjas are fighting badderass T-WREXs. We're gonna have to use mind magna waves to solve these brain experiments. Episode 300 is a puzzle.

It's been a minute since the crew convened, and it's a swingin frog dick of a time, but don't worry there's no hidden fees. We're gonna get 'crash a range rover-fucked up' and try not to catch tennis balls. Snitch robots be hatin'.

Look, there's AG kids, and theirs kids that eat ranch ice cream on there boneless chicken nugs.  For the Oscar losers, where tossin out whiskey nods to our favorite actresses. Philly sucks worse than Houston and golf combined.

There's a bunch of Carnivores in Vegas. Don't be a Karen, just accept that AI will turn us all into monkey slaves.