Freddy is back, and we quickly find out that he spent his entire time away in the fetal position, with nightmares of failing another driver’s test. Carson goes on to console him, while lamenting the reality that his dreams of being the Andrew Carnegie of penis museums has been dealt a major setback. As Krista and Carson reveal, there are really only two litmus tests for working at Muddy Waters – you can either pronounce Reykjavik or you can ride a bike – pick your poison. Just how scary is Microsoft’s new AI chatbot? Like any relationship, give it enough time and Sydney will be giving you some serious Fatal Attraction vibes. And what is with the Federal Reserve fulfilling Chamath’s claim to “really fuck shit up?” Carson believes that it’s just one giant competition to see which Fed member will be the landmark piece at his reimagined museum.
