Marshall compares his rants to Sherman’s fiery destruction of Georgia—so, you know, subtle as always. He and Gunter reflect on their favorite Chili’s waitress, question if there are other people like them out there (God help us all), and reminisce about almost getting too close to UGA’s sacred football ground. Marshall debates trolling tourists in Savannah, loses his mind over perfume commercials, realizes he’d be terrible in advertising, and throws in some blonde jokes for good measure. Oh, and there’s a full-blown crisis about pronoun usage. This one’s dedicated to the memory of Jimmy Carter—whether he’d approve or not.