Ye ol' recap: The gang road-tripped to Arizona. Mort wanted to protest the new immigration law. The other fellas wanted to meet chicks at the Phoenix Hooters. But Rudy put Hooper in the GPS and they wound up in Hooper, Utah. Or, rather, 100 miles outside of Hooper. On a dusty road. Without gas. Or snack foods. And no cellphone service. Or internet access. Or useful tools of any kind. Obsolete technology ... except a manually-powered bullhorn. You and you @#$% GPS got us into this mess!!! Can you use that thing to call for help?
Where've you been all weekend, Randy? Tibet. Women are coming out of the woodwork to exact justice on men who sexually harassed them years or decades ago. I wanted to know if I owe anyone an apology. So I climbed the tallest mountain and asked a monk to help me meditate, so I could retrieve crystal-clear memories of every time I ever flirted with a woman. Turns out the monk had to resign because he's sexually harassed someone. What the -- ... wait ... No, I'm actually not surprised anymore.