This week's show began with the Rat Pack, er, Brat Pack, er, Douche Pack sitting around playing pool. It was just fun times as usual, but the party was about to end when Debbie Downer Greg arrived and announced that Whitman MUST drive him to the airport. You see, Greg had to go to Arkansas to bail out his big bro, Chris -- a.k.a. the lead singer of The Prom Kings, a.k.a. an up and coming band, a.k.a. you probably have never heard of them unless you saw them touring with Puddle of Mudd, a.k.a. that band that was really big five years ago. Anyhoo, in the last episode, Chris had gone down to Arkansas against his lil' bro's wishes and done got himself locked up in jail. This was a problem because the Prom Kings were supposed to play at Greg's club, Casablanca. Oops!

Well, since apparently it would be too boring to let Chris's parents mosey on down to the police station and bail out their son, Greg flew all the way back to Hot Springs, Arkansas to get his brother out of jail. Surprisingly, he did not present a Monopoly card to the police officers (I wouldn't put it past any of these idiots). The two brothers reunited with a hug and then drove to their parents house, discussing the crime along the way. Chris explained that he had been partying too hard. "I was wasted, and I was driving wasted on the way home," he revealed, further describing how he pulled over to fight a bunch of dudes.

"Why the hell did you think you could take three guys?" Greg asked. How about WHY THE HELL WERE YOU DRIVING WASTED? Good to see that Greg's got his priorities straight. We then cut to the cabbie who looked both bored and jaded. He was probably thinking, "Back in my day, I used to drink three bottles of whiskey, hop on Old Man Jefferson's tractor and ride all the way to Polk County! Then I'd shoot a hobo and hitchhike my way back home, which was nowhere in particular on account of me being a drifter. Those were the days..."

"I choked a prostitute named Myrtle last night."

Nevertheless, Chris seemed absolutely shellshocked from this experience, saying, "I just can't believe I came here and got in trouble." Yes. It's shocking. Terribly shocking. Who would have thought a simple visit to the South during hunting season would ever lead to extreme drunkenness and then belligerence? My world as I know it has been totally flipped on its head.

Suddenly and without warning, an innocent round of "If You're Happy And You Know It" reveals that Chris has no idea where his nose is.

As for the big club date he caused his band to miss, Chris surmised, "I bet a bunch of people got pissed and left when they found out we weren't playing." Yeah, um, not so much. However, I will say that I tore up my "I Heart The Prom Kings!" t-shirt and cried all night long until I wound up sitting in a fetal position, whispering to myself "Never again... never again..."