Gather 'round the campfire, partners, because The Meat Boys are back in the saddle to chew the fat on everything from time loops to tummy troubles in this wild ride of an episode.

Brad reckons he's been living the same Tuesday for a thousand centuries, waking up to the same polka dot pants and insults just like in Groundhog Day. The Boys reminisce about the good ol' days of 1941 when a fella could act like a wild monkey in the street, and they debate the Midas touch, with Brad deciding he'd rather turn everything into love, transforming simple beanbags into "love sacks".

Things get deep when they theorize that Mr. Krabs and the Bikini Bottom crew represent the Seven Deadly Sins, but the trail gets messy when Brad unleashes his "Hot Shit 5-Minute Diarrhea Take," spinning a yarn about running red lights with a convulsing stomach and accidentally soiling his britches on a walk to fetch a Coke Zero.

They wrap up the rodeo by reading mail from folks in Botswana and Portland, debating whether pretzel M&Ms are worth the hunt or if a Reese's is still king of the candy corral.

Scribble down your ponderin's and toss 'em in the mailbag for The Meat Boys:

Lunchmeatpod@gmail.com

Hitch your ponies and circle the wagons, 'cause The Meat Boys have wrangled up a new outlaw named Dayton Rollazzo (@daytonrollolazo) for a jamboree wilder than a rattlesnake in a boot!

The boys start off swiggin’ some strange elixirs and swappin’ tall tales about Brad nearly wrecking his stagecoach whilst admiring his own hide, which naturally leads to a heated powwow about the market value of peddlin’ private tin-types and keepin’ their smut under lock and key. The campfire chatter gets hotter than a branding iron during a high-stakes round of "BJ's H" forcing the posse to choose between the hangman’s noose or letting celebrities explore their southern canyons, before they nearly draw iron over the casting of a cartoon panda. They cap off the night reading dispatches from the Pony Express about cannibal tribes and Italian dining feuds, proving these buckaroos have truly lost their marbles in the desert heat.

Shove over a tad and make room for a feller whose travelin' boots are nearly worn down to the sole cuz it's time for another Lunch Meat!

Well now, hold your horses and cease all your immediate proceedings! It's time for another sidewindin' adventure with the darndin' Lunch Meat Boys!

Giddy up tenderfoot! We're fixin' to have a new slice uh Lunch Meat!

Well here we go again. Brad wont shut the hell up about Indiana jones. I think he want to marry him. plus more of that good old fashioned Lunch Meat that's good enough to write home about. Lunch Meat!

Yee-haw! Quit your bellyachin' and sit down by the fire for a good ole' Hog-killin'-time - that's right - Lunch Meat!

Well look what we got here Herschel, a little bid uh that fancy big city Lunch Meat.

This week, Brad and Chris are wettin' their whistles with some peculiar energy elixirs that smell a mite suspicious and taste like trouble. Tensions rise early when Chris offers up a gift that don’t quite fit the bill, leading to a scuffle over fancy mic covers masquerading as hats.

The conversation turns to Chris’s ornery hound dog, Brando, who’s been nipping at heels and causing the fellas to ponder some drastic measures involving the big ranch in the sky. Between sips, they spin yarns about the perils of delivering packages in the wild for Amazon, debate the strange romantic appeal of a certain mouse named Stuart Little, and reckon why so many Disney villains meet their end fallin' from great heights.

They also take a moment to jaw about Red Dead Redemption 2, Tron Legacy, and the foolishness of wizards before trying to carry a tune together, stumbling more than a drunk horse in a saloon. So sit back, grab some grub, and listen to these two rustlers ramble on till the cows come home.