Ian’s gone, Jen’s digging chicken out of her teeth, and somehow that is still not the weirdest thing that happens here.

Stroke opens up about serious liver issues, Mayo Clinic testing, and the kind of stress that makes everybody shut up for five whole seconds. Naturally the show copes with that information by writing a song about him getting a black man’s liver and becoming better at basketball.

From there it gets right back to being deeply stupid in the most professional way possible, with dating app confessions, a possible Sacramento little person hooker investigation, Florida maniacs, pubes getting thrown at a sleeping woman on a train, and a grandma screaming about a room that smells like c*m.

It’s supportive, reckless, gross, and somehow heartfelt, which is basically the only way this show knows how to function.

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