Liam and Adam spend this one deep in the peptide rabbit hole specifically, why the Chinese labs haven't cracked the big dick peptide yet, and why Liam is waiting on his boys to do the guinea pig pretrial before he commits. From there it spirals into Liam's conspiracy about where liposuction fat actually goes, and a pitch to recruit people hitting the crack pipe as the real investigative journalists of our time. Adam checks in on Tyrone the turtle and Crystal Meth the snail, fantasizes about hooking his empty brain up to a computer, and mostly plays deadpan while Liam workshops a pyramid scheme where he shoots strangers up with peptides outside the grocery store.

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Liam and Adam slide back into the stew in full cursed life-coach mode, dispensing unsolicited wisdom to the Charleston locals. The episode kicks off with Liam's theory that old people stay alive through constant motion which is why cruise ships exist, and also why Adam's elderly coworker recently motioned himself right off a roof. From there they pivot into the 'poo portfolio,' a tracking ritual Liam insists everyone needs, including a deeply unhinged tangent about parents demanding pictures of their kids' shit. Liam keeps reminding listeners that unlike politicians with their tiny hairy nipples, HE has big nipples and HE actually cares, which becomes the emotional throughline of the episode. Adam also lays out his plot to expose the White House UFC event as fundamentally un-American because it isn't free to the public. Looks maxing, body in motion, praise be to COVID for saving Liam from a family cruise it's all in there.