A late-night apartment meltdown turns into full police lockdown—yelling in the parking lot, glass shattering, cops with shotguns, and the kind of chaos that makes you stare out the window like a paranoid neighborhood watch captain. Then it’s PF Chang’s birthday dinner confusion, “Japanese old fashioned” jokes that don’t land, and why a simple drink order somehow becomes a 40-minute manager-only mission.
Plus: the weird world of corporate sponsor drama (Umano ravioli “whistleblower”), Cheerios pesticide lawsuit panic, Sphere ticket price insanity, and the unstoppable spiral from harmless small talk into absolute nonsense.
