Traffic School - The Moment We Realized the Dump Button Was a LIE - 01/09/2026
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This episode of Traffic School detonates immediately and never bothers to rebuild society. What begins as a “professional” radio segment powered by the Advocates Injury Attorneys quickly mutates into an audio crime scene featuring fake marriages, fake names, real callers, imaginary statutes, broken equipment, and one increasingly terrified dump button fighting for its life. Victor and Lieutenant Crane spiral through conversations about snowblowers dying tragic deaths, Idaho’s possibly-haunted marriage laws (sleep together = legally bound??? maybe???), and the philosophical freedom of simply declaring “we’re married” on Facebook and letting the courts deal with the emotional fallout. Meanwhile, callers emerge from the abyss—some legitimate, some pranksters, some apparently possessed by Borat himself—asking questions ranging from red-light turning loopholes to whether you can legally drive like Ace Ventura with your head out the window eating bugs. The episode escalates into full chaos as prank callers scream, swear, break the FCC, and expose the horrifying truth: THE DUMP BUTTON IS BROKEN. What follows is pure radio panic—calls are abandoned, producers are feared, Jade is invoked like an inevitable grim reaper, and Victor openly wonders if this is the last broadcast before he’s launched into unemployment. Add in Family Feud hype, outlaw country promotion, accidental profanity, Ravonda calling back like a force of nature, and repeated assurances that “they’ll never catch me,” and you have an episode that feels less like traffic law education and more like an audio hostage situation where everyone is laughing, sweating, and praying the FCC wasn’t listening. By the end, Traffic School doesn’t so much end as it collapses—mic off, nerves fried, careers dangling—cementing this installment as a legendary train wreck wrapped in a siren, duct-taped to a broken broadcast console, and driven straight through the guardrail at full speed.
