childhood—think evil stepmoms, falling through ceilings, and a lesbian mom who stumbles into him on a Boston street. The crew veers from clam chowder debates to Post Malone channeling Kurt Cobain, with pit stops at misheard Chili Peppers lyrics and a bionic hip reveal. It’s a hilarious, unscripted trainwreck of trauma, tunes, and tangents—plus Matt’s brunch gets a shoutout, and Ron’s still yelling about Fran Drescher. Hit play and join the madness!