Patrick Hurley is in the house again. Kinda. Physically, yes. Mentally? Well, taking 1 1/2 of Dawn’s Vicodin before sitting in front of a microphone can lead to strange places in a conversation – such as trying to suss out the masculinity of the buttons on Bobby’s fire-red cardigan, adventures in chicken-fried steak, and discerning the masculinity of the buttons on Bobby’s sweater. A night of trying to play online poker leads to discussion of The Walking Dead game, and a quick game of Scruples: The Undead Edition breaks out, which then leads to a quicker game of Scruples: The Malevolent Redneck Kidnappers Edition, which of course leads to a discussion about reality television. All that, and some delicious sausage gravy.