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What's that up on the rooftop? It's not eight tiny reindeer and a fat man, it's...one overly dramatic podcaster hiding from party guests. Yes, it's Your Friend Frosty - and he's joined by your bartender Mike Whiskey and special guest star Lord Robare O'Tardis. Having put out the call to friends and family for deranged and mad holiday party mishaps, they certainly delivered, and we should all be worried. Come along and join us for an episode full of ho-ho-horror and merry mishaps. It's a wonderful life...just maybe not at this second.

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What's going on? What was that noise? Who are you people? And does this tinfoil hat make my head look swollen? Yes, it's an episode dripping with paranoia and madness, because the usual voice or reason and rationale has retired for the week and is instead being replaced by the most nonsensical one of us all. Translation: Your bartender, Mike Whiskey, has decided to dish out his favorite conspiracy theories and drag Your Friend Frosty and special guest star Robare along for the ride. The moon landing! Birds! Avril Lavigne! Last Thursday! Nothing is safe, or ever shall be again....

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You there! Yes, you, bludgeoning an old person during the Black Friday sale you wound up at, or dressed in black and making off with the rest of the Thanksgiving leftovers! We salute you and don't judge. Well, maybe a little. But Your Friend Frosty and your bartender Mike Whiskey are taking the week off to see to their own holiday headaches and festivities, so instead of a brand new episode, we're rewinding back to last year when Lord Robare O'Tardis (He's Bigger On The Inside) joined Frosty and Whiskey for a holiday-themed round of Hypothetically Speaking, Of Course. Prepare for yuletide yuks and holiday hijinks. We kick off the rest of the holiday season with new episodes next week, but until then, count your reindeer and be glad you're not here...