Jake is hot—literally. With no central AC and summer in full swing, he's recording this episode in a sweat-soaked rage, and things only get weirder from there.

This week, the gang dives into one of those “how did we even get here?” conversations. From unexpected nudity in movies and TV (yes, including the mystery of penis stunt doubles) to the evolving standards of what counts as gratuitous on-screen exposure—nothing is off-limits.

Then, in a more serious turn, Don leads a thoughtful discussion on how smartphones and constant connectivity are affecting today’s younger generation. From attention spans to anxiety, it’s a sobering look at what growing up with a screen in your pocket really means.

We wrap things up on a lighter note with a generational debate: is the thumbs-up emoji totally fine or secretly hostile? Gen Z has feelings. We do too.

Funny, thoughtful, and just the right amount of unfiltered—this episode is peak WTF.

Jake hits the record button fresh off a VA hospital visit, still floating on the afterglow of a Xanax-fueled MRI—and somehow still manages to inhale a Baconator mid-show. The crew kicks things off with some 4th of July chaos, throws around ideas for doing more short videos, and roasts each other with zero mercy (as usual). Jake might become an extra in a FanDuel commercial, which of course leads to us completely derailing. And we wrap things up with a story about a woman who drove her car too deep onto the beach, got stuck, and—yes—had the most Karen haircut imaginable. It’s a mess, it’s a Xanax vibe, and it’s What the Fuck?

Buckle up, because this one’s a flaming dumpster on roller skates. Jake drags one of his wild-ass Texas friends onto the show and the vibes go off the rails immediately. JaeJae hijacks the mic with her sad, sweaty, rage-filled tales from the frontlines of menopause—she’s hot, she’s pissed, and nobody’s safe.

Then the crew wades into the swamp of arguing with stupid people (pro tip: don’t bother), but it’s JaeJae’s Amazon return story that really sends this episode off a cliff. One minute it’s a return gift-horse, the next it’s MONSTER SMUT and absolute chaos. No survivors. No explanations. Just pure, glorious, WTF mayhem.

Hit play. Regret nothing.