Ah, classic Ed—off chasing the horizon while the rest of us hold down the fort. “Globe trouting” sounds suspiciously like a euphemism for dodging responsibility with flair. I hope he at least brought back some exotic snacks or a story worth the detour.

Back from his globe-trouting ego trip, and Dan’s still recovering from the cinematic dumpster fire that was the War of the Worlds remake. Together, they return to the podcast that’s somehow still worse than that movie. If you’re listening in your stained underwear, crying into your pillow because nobody loves you—well, congrats, you’ve found your people. Welcome back to the chaos.