I thought this episode was actually going to be about Bumfights, the backyard-wrestling of today where homeless people were paid in cash and booze to do horrible things to themselves and each other. At a party recently, I had to choose between watching this proof of humanity's demise and Steve-O's greatest hits DVD. Steve-O appeared to be the lesser of two evils. Unfortunately, since that evening I've had two different images burned into my brain, stuck on loop: Steve-O vomiting while coughing after snorting Indian curry, and Steve-O projectile vomiting after eating grilled squirrel. Both images have kept me so nauseated for the past two weeks that I'm having trouble getting hungry. In fact, I couldn't even watch Ice Age the other day because that twitchy squirrel at the beginning reminded me of projectile vomiting. I probably shouldn't know that I have this kind of reaction to watching people puke. It shouldn't be something that I've had to learn at this point in my life. I'm not a doctor or nurse. I don't have any children. I don't live in a frat house. There's no reason for me to have witnessed so much puking. I want Steve-O to give me money for my pain and suffering. I want to go back in time and change it so I wasn't being served bruschetta the precise moment they served Steve-O that squirrel. I want Boomtown to have been cancelled already. 2003 really isn't shaping up to have many of my wishes granted, is it?
We start with McPointy taking a drunken nap. We're just supposed to assume now that he drinks all the time, and that he's suddenly more interested in napping than working. I don't know what day it is, or why he's fully dressed, passed out on a couch that might be at his house or in his office. Just go with it. He gets a phone call that apparently tells him to turn on his television, because he rudely snarks that he doesn't watch television. He turns on the television anyway, just in time to hear the entire news report that must have just been on pause until McPointy turned to the channel. There's been a "disturbing video" released to the public that shows Wahlberg abusing some poor civilian. Anyway, then they show the tape and identify Wahlberg, who's doing nothing more than a little shoving of the person holding the video camera. I've seen worse treatment between strangers in line for the Log Flume. McPointy squints and tries to shield his vampire eyes from the harsh sunlight. He takes another sip of "booze" as we go to opening credits.