This week we discover the depth of our collective chaos: Jess almost throws down in a Kroger parking lot, Wally gets intimate with a hose, and Chris literally falls asleep mid-show. WITH SNORES. We rage about door latches, taxes, gerrymandering, hawks (holy ones, apparently), and government cheese that probably doubled as crime-scene caulk. It’s sleep-deprived therapy, political side-eyes, and digestive enlightenment, all lovingly wrapped in profanity and processed dairy.