57: I Can Feel It Cummings In The Air Tonight

Oh Lord do we ever feel it coming as we dive back into the weird, wonderful, nearly constantly horny world of poetry with E.E. Cummings (and learn why we definitely wrote his name properly here). RJ remembers the 90s, Megan defends Avante Garde art against good sense, and we all learn that real love is less about marriage and more about being true to your farts.