It's that time again, as Jack & Michael meet up at Existence Brewing for a swerve about theme restaurants; the lost art of being quiet and alone whilst here on Earth; and how thinking the worst might be the best thing for you. Jack also shares his repugnance for a car dealership in Georgia that recently sold a Mini Cooper to a blind man.

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From Existence Brewing Episode #104: "Land Of The Lost & Found, But Nobody Knows The Difference"

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From Existence Brewing Episode #105: "The Doomsday Watch Party (Who's Got The Chips?)"

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From Existence Brewing Episode #104: "Land Of The Lost & Found, But Nobody Knows The Difference"

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From Existence Brewing Episode #107: "The One We Forgot To Name"

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Jack & Michael return for a 66-minute romp at their ol' prohibitionist watering hole to conversate about the ruination of baseball over the past thirty years; the polarizing effects of ranch dressing on the masses; the ridiculous rules that have been built around calling someone you just met for the first time; and Jack's dislike for unrequited text messages through the use of a simple emoji or programmed response.

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Another sit-down, another curious convo for Jack & Michael at Existence Brewing, as they ramp on topics including insurance industry advertising icons of the modern era and the Satanic-themed limited edition sneakers that reportedly contain human blood in the soles. Michael also gives Jack a pop-quiz that quantifies how ruined his tender frontal lobe is due to 80s television commercial jingles, and Jack also expounds on the tortures of being a collector by nature.

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Jack & Michael have a lot to dish in this episode at Existence Brewing, including topics like generational vernacular and a new app that tracks private jets to estimate a potential doomsday event for the planet. Jack also shares his animus about a recent incident involving a driver who blocked traffic on a busy roadway to wait in the McDonald's drive-thru, as well as directing his ire towards a college softball player who eats ladybugs for good luck.

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