GGs Level 18: "YOU HAD TO BE THERE"

After Code.E vented about a two-and-a-half-hour cabinet design appointment, Rob revealed he did nine years of cabinet design and project management and had already offered to mock up their floor plan for free — as a gift. BubbaGump's reply: "Too late. Yeah, smell you later, bro."

Rob and BubbaGump walked through the top-supporter badge saga: it's nightly, not weekly, Twitch delays the tally, and it never notifies you — Rob only found his badge digging through the menu with a cohost. Bubba said they'll eventually build their own version they fully control.

Assigned to a mental-health unit for his first shift, Code.E had to write an incident report on an inmate with a fistful of pencil crayons in an unfortunate place, beating his stool with a pillowcase. Nobody believed him — until they read the novel-length case note he filed. "I did not leave a single detail out."

RobbAllen's greatest-hits reel: ducking under a patio umbrella, feet flying out, three steps down on his backside, arm coming down to shatter an (empty) beer pitcher — plus a separate incident landing chest-first on a horseshoe that "reconnected" a week later when he sneezed.

BubbaGump's fake-shoot prank on his sister escalated to "I'm gonna shoot dad's monitor" — and the BB, of course, was actually loaded. The screen bled out, the excuses failed, and he took the L.

After a Zima, a young Morgen decided to razor off one eyebrow to look like the magazine models — right before a stepsister's law-school graduation in Chicago. Her mom came home from a Broadway show to something "alien-ish" with bangs.

BubbaGump's story of two brothers who used hairspray, a lighter, and a fart, ending with one's face genuinely burned — a cautionary tale about friends who "raised jet skis" and did everything at eleven out of ten.

Code.E met Terry Clark's family and shared a rum-and-Coke with Gord Bamford at an Alberta honky-tonk; BubbaGump told the wild one about the GM exec who was the "brainchild of the new Camaro" and caught bricks-through-windows death threats when the model was paused. RobbAllen countered with a grocery-line encounter with Rowdy Roddy Piper, and shipmate lore that the Top Gun cast were less friendly than the down-to-earth Star Trek crew.

Morgen delivered thoroughbred horse semen — box in the car, never opened, four-hour hauls between Philly airport and New Jersey/New York farms. StarSeed Witch matched it with a decade selling colostomy bags (yes, there were upgraded models).

Rob's news that he moves into his own apartment in 30 days spiraled into an "IRL Rob Unhinged" event: a keg stand (requiring three helpers "at my age"), a hat game, and a prediction-market floor plan where the room stacks chips on where Rob will fall asleep.