This week on What The F***, I sit down with my mentor Robb-former head of the Audio Department at the Art Institute of Nashville-for a candid conversation about music, madness, and everything in between.

We get into his time archiving Warner Brothers cartoon sound effects, the Wilhelm scream, and what it was like touring as a drummer with Bobby Goldsboro. He tells stories about bumping into celebrities, having his music stolen, and I confess some sins of late-night studio chaos that only happens when the grown-ups aren't watching.

It's raw, real, ridiculous...and all true.

Buckle the hell up, because this week's episode is a full-throttle rantfest about everything wrong on the road. We're talking bad driving, bad decisions, and the barely-functioning circus of chaos that is modern traffic.

We kick things off with a woman calling AAA for a flat tire...that the cops caused during a high speed chase...chasing Her, in a real-life Fast & Furious meets Jerry Springer scenario.

From there, we tally up roadkill points (RIP birds and turtles), dissect left-lane loiterers, and break down why your navigation app isn't a liar.

Also featured:

-Final Destination PTSD every time a logging truck shows up

-Speed limits as suggestions

-Road rage confessions

-Left-lane squatters

We also ask the big questions:

-Why is everyone suddenly a stunt driver the second it rains?

-Is it legal to yeet someone's phone out the window if they're texting through a green light?

This week's episode is a therapy session, a roast, and a middle finger to your worst driving pet peeves, all rolled into one. If you've ever fantasized about slapping a "GET THE F*** OUT OF THE LEFT LANE' bumper sticker on a stranger's Prius, this one's for you.

In this episode, we're covering the wild ride that is colonoscopy scheduling, prep, and the day-of-yes, it's as fun as it sounds. Then we run into a childhood friend's daughter at a strip club, watch a customer refuse to give up her place in the DMV line, and somehow manage to talk about puking in not one, but two helicopters.

If you've ever questioned how your week spiraled out of control, this one's for you.