What do Bloods, Transformers, David Lee Roth, guys named Edward and your creepy brain have in common? They're all in this episode.

At long last, we're reunited -- and then almost immediately kicked out of the studio and onto the freezing cold roof.

Anderson is finishing up his film, so you're stuck with Mike and TyTy for one more week. We're talking x-ray specs, S-Town podcast, wetsuit myths, accents, and a bunch more.

Patrons, not sure if it's really a benefit, but you get the DIRECTOR'S CUT, featuring Mike prattling on to himself while waiting for TyTy to call him.

Anderson is still out making his film, so Mike and TyTy are holding down the fort in a very mediocre fashion. We've got updates from the VIOLENT set of Anderson's film, fascinating TV production talk and some sartorial adventures we have in common.

If your a Patreoner, check our Patreon page for a special bonus clip we recorded @ Anderson's shoot this past Sunday evening.

Mike went to Anderson's film set, we have no idea what a Best Boy is, and a surprise guest from Missouri drops in.

Anderson has an apology to make, tar pits freak us out, and Anderson has a new way of communicating with homeless people.

Where do organs and limbs go when the die? A finger for a weiner? What are super nuts operations? Can Mike name drop Paul McCartney again?

All this and more on this week's steaming garbage barge known as the After Disaster.

Ignorance abounds when we talk space, Nate Dogg and, yes -- even take calls.

The Sex Guy is here. Plus Anderson, Anderson was terrified of Iron Maiden's mascot, and Mike's dad made him a weird ass bed.

Tyler had an accident at the Grammys, Mike has thoughts about self-love, and Anderson needs a Gramophone.