This week is our first round of answering listener questions, so basically we're famous now, and we talk surviving the hellscape that is retail, skiing disasters, and world domination vs wine nights.

This week, we reflect on the strange, slippery magic of doing something big and not telling a soul—until it’s ready. We talk about how it feels to finally be seen (and slightly exposed) as the podcast goes live, revisit the brutal clarity of a one-year breakup anniversary, and spiral into a chaotic bathroom rant we’re not proud of.

One of us represented herself in court and won. The other got stood up, and went out with a hot bartender from 9 years ago. We synced our periods, planned our future as hot AI babies, and recited the 10 commandments of sleeping next to a man.

No one asked us about peak woman friendship or borderline feral womanhood but we are telling you anyway.

Sake bombs, chaos, and catharsis. We went out for a chill birthday night and ended up counseling strangers, kissing each other, and ordering McDonald’s at midnight.The makeup might’ve melted, but the vibes were immaculate.

We dive into the realest parts of aging, photo shoots, emotional freedom — and drunk women named Wendy.

It's not our fault--the dating pool is on fire and everyone's swimming in expired tequila. Also...we're not saying that all uncircumsised d*cks look like crescent rolls--but we are.

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What do cult infiltration plans, pillowcase negotiations, and melted face trauma have in common? Apparently...us. The interview Nobody Asked for. Expect tears, swan attacks, declarations of soul level friendship, and Louie.

We get real about emotional rebounds, parenting, frozen eggs, and crying in parking lots. You didn't ask. But we told you anyway.

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One of us almost got saved. The other just wanted lasagna. Satan made an appearance. Denim overalls were involved. Nobody asked us about it… but here we are.

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