With Gamergate back and Trump on the ballot it might be 2016 again. But we're still stuck on this Houseboat so we stopped keeping track of time a long while ago.

No recall nor intervention will work in this place there is no escape.

I made it back above deck just long enough to ramble incoherently before being shoved back down in the cargo hold.

I've finally freed myself enough to get the message out. Please, if this message finds you, send help. Walrus and myself have been held captive and i've lost track of the days. Day in and day out i've been made to do nothing but making bird houses, constantly plan and redesign the houseboats interior, and watch every wrestling episode ever aired. I believe i'm to be farmed for my vrill by strange and attractive lady associates of Roscoe's. I think they're pushing all of this tool and handyman experience so they can use our DNA to create an Exomensch. It could lead to the Appalachian territory becoming the next Texas. Then who know's what would be next? The country? The continent? The World? Handyman vrill farms on Mars? I'm not sure. I only hope the Kahn of Kentucky, might be stopped.

It’s a giant episode this week and the horses are gone now guys but please I’m serious I need your help before the houseboat sinks do me a favor and just go grab your mom’s credit card and email me the 16 numbers on the front, the month and year for the expiration, and the three little numbers on the back. Do it quickly, before Roscoe and Luffy wind up dogpaddling in gator-infested waters with nothing but Arby’s sauce to eat!

He put a horse in here too. Now it's dark and cramped.

It's dark in this box, can you let me out?

We ran into a small space issue when we recorded this one, but we've fixed it from here on out. Please enjoy this last episode of 2023

More than meets the ears.