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The year is over, and season 4 is coming to an end. What better way to celebrate than with tequila, chips, and a pile of presents? This is it, the farewell to 2025, but it's going in style. First, tears shed over a dear departed booze delivery system. Second, a tribute to a kid with yellow hair and his pet tiger. Third, a mountain of wrapping paper getting ripped to shreds, and a sentimental journey in the middle. And finally, a trip to the land of 2026, where kaiju roam and stupid people get what's coming to them. You'll see. This is it, the end of the year, and we're going out in style - and with presents. See you all in 2026!

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To whomever wished for a winter wonderland, we hope you're happy. This unexpected New England snowstorm has blanketed Cape Cod in white, and also kept Your Friend Frosty and your bartender Mike Whiskey very far apart from each other. Fortunately, all is not lost. With a back catalogue such as ours, there's plenty to pick from, so we are throwing it back two Decembers ago when Whiskey and Frosty got schnockered and toasted to the 90 year anniversary of the death of Prohibition. Grab some eggnog and maybe a gingerbread cookie and pull up a chair - this is going to be tasty. And to accommodate our change in schedule, next week's episode will air early, before the holiday. We'll catch you then, Bourbonites!

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Robare is back. Figured you should all learn that up front, and not bury it deep down in the description. Fortunately, wherever Robare travels, laughter ensues, and this time it's not one, not five, but six questions for a holiday installment of Hypothetically Speaking, Of Course. An extra question means extra holiday merriment, and we've jam-packed this episode with popcorn, giant cruise ships, contraband cookies, duct taped nutcrackers - and then it starts getting weird. Also, Your Friend Frosty learns why the human heart should remain inside the body, the censor button gets a workout, and Whiskey reveals your long-awaited answers to the latest Whiskey Asks. Bring on the lights, and the fruitcake. You're gonna need 'em both.