Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and old flapjacks, I don’t care if the pitcher does crack. It’s root, root beer and then ice cream. I can’t drive in the rain. ‘Cause it’s one, two, three lights go out if you sleep on a train. OK. I don’t know what any of that means. This show has drugs, baseball, poop, gays, and poker. It’s like a buffet of comedy. For your ears. Or the bones in your ears. It’s cartilage. That’s like bones but not. Not bones. TTYL.