This week, the boys celebrate the new king of cinema - Paddington Bear. Michael joins a boy band, Mike reveals a bold new vision for the Brendan Fraser cinematic universe, and we all bring our best side dishes for a rowdy Apology Dinner. It's our best yet.

This week, the boys made a horny one. Mike makes a plan to live rent-free in Jesus' head, Michael pulls a Jaleel White noodledoink, and we all spend too much time talking about the one rule for putting your own dick in your own butt. #dickbutt

This week, the boys are back to get playfully sacrilegious. Mike feeds Kirby the Eucharist, Michael turns his bones into music and we all stay very polite to Siri. It's our best yet.

This week, the boys talk about the only thing on the Internet – DIAMOND  HANDS and riding $GME to the moon. Mike impeaches a dog, Michael gets haunted by money ghosts, and we all knit some yarn boy suits. It's our best yet.

This week, the boys are back to play all the hits: dicks, balls, and Spam. Mike eats a delicious sin, Michael poses an unsolvable riddle, and we all put Ben Affleck in a trashcan. It's our best yet.

The boys are back, and this one is pure Christmas baby. Mike starts a Colonel Sanders OnlyFans account, Michael gets very into Paddington, and we all do flawless Jimmy Stewart impressions.

This week (well, from last month), the boys cancel Baby Yoda once and for all. Mike explores the Pope's long history of standing in the way of technology, Michael starts a fight club, and we all get very horny on main. It's our best yet.

We're gonna be honest – Mike was drunk for this one, and it shows. Mike pops and won't stop, Michael loses a bet, and we all make a statue of our favorite dogs.

The boys are back, and true to form they basically just talk about dicks the whole time. Mike remembers critical information about penis bones, Michael opens a secret box, and we all ponder Sam Neill's obsession with solitaire. It's our best yet.