This episode begins with a sleep-deprived descent into chaos as the host recounts a melatonin-free dream of creeping around his parents’ empty house, Victor and Becca watching Poltergeist static, and him repeatedly leaping off the stairs yelling “Look, I’m Rey Mysterio!” as if paranormal luchador cosplay was a bedtime routine. From there the show ricochets through National Cheeseburger Day mania (McDonald’s 50¢ burgers, Culver’s price shaming, the endless war over pickles) and a wild call-in thread imagining burgers with Spaghettios, fried avocado, candied bacon, jalapeño jam, deep-fried eggplant, and whole grilled onions large enough to crush a small child. There’s an extended rant about how renovations wreck relationships — toothpaste on the back of picture frames, crooked collages, and carrying dressers up third-floor stairs while questioning your own life choices — all before pivoting to a Shot Clock Sports Update about Sean McVay tearing his plantar fascia, a Minnesota Vikings fan building a 15,000-piece Lego stadium, and Amazon Prime streaming extra hours of The Masters.

The show then mutates into a satire of capitalism: Live Nation’s CEO claims concert tickets are underpriced, prompting a feral discussion about NBA benchwarmers making $20 million, the ethics of selling free tickets on Facebook Marketplace, and the physical manifestation of ticket-price stress as Victor’s mysterious shin pain (diagnosed live on air as possibly a blood clot, nerve compression, or dresser-moving trauma). From there we bounce to Dolly Parton’s Taco Bell order (Mexican pizza and mild sauce), a CPAP-in-Costco frozen section fantasy, a volcanic-ash government PSA showing Mount Fuji burying Tokyo, Samsung smart fridges inserting ads between your milk and your eggs, and a Scottish island where a herd of feral cows somehow received a package of Adidas sneakers. Finally, Sleep Token’s abs cause online meltdowns, Sabaton teams up with Johnny Hawkins, and the audience weighs in on what truly belongs on a burger. It’s a fever dream of burgers, blood clots, bureaucrats, and buff metal singers — exactly what your Thursday needed.