Tyler gears up for bayou living and Sam is baffled by the Santa Clause.
Gimbal is down one copper, Farron is judgmental about goblin living quarters, and Gretchen divine smites like spells slots are going out of style.
Tyler wants that ice butt, Borys has 100% certified tiny weiner, and Sam is far too pleased with his service personnel experience.
Farron and Gimbal collaborate on a birdprank and Gretchen goes full ghostbuster.
Farron throws more money around, Gretchen wins her first convert, and Gimbal explains where humans come from.
Zach is a Christmas music scholar and Sam Grinches out.
Gimbal encounters bonerbear, Gretchen smashes pumpkins, and Farron learns his way around a larger blade.
Sam palms jokers, Tyler fears a tiny dog, and 3stacks questions the validity of the Cincinnati Bengals.
Mother Brewery has a revelation
Finally Ohio realizes booze is mandatory
Gimbal gets dunked on, Gretchen gets geared up, and Farron blows himself up.
Tyler simply refuses to do anything interesting, Sam wants to know if cheating is allowed, and Mary works on the fiddly bits.
Gimbal admits to having tiny genitals, Farron gets pincushioned, and Gretchen sets a new bar for brutal kills.
Tyler is all about edging the listener, Jed incapacitates himself with BBQ, and Sam complains about his cold toes.
Farron’s brand management skills blossom, Gimbal remains committed to his massage quest, and Gretchen hauls a stanky corpse.
Sam is friends with a glass jug, Tyler is the dead deer hunter, and Borys just wants you to vote.
Only four beers, all in the PM. It’s an outrage!
