This episode is a full-blown rollercoaster of true crime and total brain fog. We start with the unsettling tale of Nannie Doss, the sweet-smiling serial killer known as the Giggling Granny, who poisoned her way through husbands like it was a hobby. Then we unravel the nonsense that is Bitch Boy Brian “Penelope” Pennell, a man whose crimes are as ridiculous as his nickname is earned (that we gave him because fuck that guy). We cover their arrests, sentencing, and the absolutely unhinged details that left us staring into the void.

Meanwhile, we try (and fail) to wrap our heads around task forks—what are they? Why are they? Our flabbers are ghasted. We are in major confusion.

In a tragic turn of reality, we also mourn the recent loss of Ozzy Osbourne, whose absence hits hard and heavy. Michael Jamal Warner has also sadly passed, leaving a mark on the world that won’t be forgotten. As for Hulk Hogan… let’s just say our grief levels are appropriately muted, given his racist tendencies.

It’s chaos. It’s crime. It’s the kind of episode that makes you question your to-do list and humanity.