Wicked's got a new black cylinder device he sucks on, Victor is rethinking his life of drugs, and they both contemplate the end and what the Future might have in store for them.

Yes, yes we are.

A little bit of voice impressions in between that taco as well, mmmmmmm give me. 

A conversation about stimulation along with other bullshit. oh and the turtles say yes.

It's about time we sit you down, and have the dreaded sex talk. Swaq joined the Italian Mob.

Christmas and New Years recap. Victor's wild night, Swaq's juicy Christmas card,  and Wicked's car trouble.

Don't follow your past because that's just gonna fuck you, look to the future and go into the light and the wind will blow you.

Its not a Conspiracy.

Do you have a memory you aren't sure is real, or just dreamed it? Self driving cars, futuristic technology, zombies and a pornstar maybe?  

I'm sorry if your brain explodes.