Lesbians love Ray of Light. Wendy confuses Beethoven and Beawolf. ASL (age, sex, location) vs. ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. Chris wants to know where the money is. Barbie has a real pussy now. Mooning aboard the water taxi. Webcam nudes from 2008 or something. Acquiring the materials to make a Grimes song. xx, xy. Hooked in the back with a meat cleaver. Soft-trolling the day away. Craving paparazzi.

The psychological warfare of reality. Rapid-fire-mumbling. Take my money, exploit my ass. Wendy gets signs from the universe in the form of ads. Petrified cake. In memorioum of her vest. Jake Politics. Stay tuned, or whatever, if you want. Wendy is too cute 4 u. ASMR briefly invades your ears. James Wood takes a stand and gets his ass blocked. What moon is today? Doing push-ups in church. God is here. Chris keeps humping. Charming, disarming, and a little bit alarming. The duo trails off.

PSG gives an update on their anguish. The Cabal is on a Satanic mission. Everyone's a pawn. No one's this talented without the hand of the devil at their side. Chris cannot stop bringing up the Kardashians. Happy Birthday Kylie. Kanye's (alleged) smelly interns. Static infiltrates the airwaves. PSG's convinced dark forces are at play. They will not be silenced. Daystar Peterson, Megan's foot, and again, Kylie. Dance bitch, dance. Language police. Inclusivity is ruining the world. Latinxscuse me? Wendy wants to splice. 

Reflecting on 2011. Asking for whale. The duo complain of anxiety, exhaustion, and anger but insist they are thriving. Wendy suggests paying a visit to a SAG protest, to schmooze. Chris wants T-shirt guns, roller skates, and business cards. They are this close to scabbing. Blue Beatle x Lil Uzi Vert. Sophia Coppola is the only female director. Marvel fails to realize nobody cares anymore. And Then the Winter Ended in the Springtime. Arianca held the baby on Mother’s Day. I know I should’ve farted, at least I’m being honest. Chris is proven right about Lizzo. Wendy feels bamboozled. The pop star fell off and ops are aplenty. Chris wishes we could mix business with pleasure more often. Wendy explains workplace lawsuits. Lizzo is a gay senator. The duo ponders on their first scandal.

Fatigue abounds. The duo has some zippity-do-da moments. They bounce back. Famous cancer, Elon Musk, brings us into the future. Wendy Lou Who. Chris acts like he knows about the alien invasion. Big Aquarius energy over here. Ricky Martin, you sexy queer. Chris wants to stop speculating about your HIV status. Doja Cat, my ass! Touch some grass. She’s tired, that’s why she shaved her head. Get a job, get in touch. Listen to mother. Chris and Wendy shame stans repeatedly. We need to return to grace. Margie Robbie.

Wendy is prodded and poked. Chris tries to make the world feel vibrant again. Britney...free or BPD? PSG decides she needs a dialectic coach. Brady vs. Hill. The duo overuse the word toxic. Chris is revved. Keke Palmer and her emoloyee are at odds. They continue to say toxic a lot. 

Chris reminisces on shaming the family name. Hannah Montana transitions. Big Pharma slangs on Tik Tok and elites are trimmer than ever. Oprah is brought up repeatedly. Chris tells you to embrace your vanity. Wendy says you’re beautiful (she really means it). They quickly dive into criticizing women’s bodies. The irony is, sadly, lost on them. Ozempic face sweeps the 1%. The stars are gaunt but Elon remains the same.

Wendy serenades you. The duo gets momentarily percussive. A challenge is proposed and within seconds forgotten. A 2006 VW Buggy goes on Wendy's wishlist. A distinction between Anne Frank, Lisa Frank, and Paul Frank is made. Lil Bow Wow and Lil Romeo are also not the same. Wendy and Chris are not having it with sexual wellness turned sexploitation hellscape OneTaste (even if they are women). Murdoch is back and further unpacked. Succession and his astrological placements are touched upon. What was flat-assed Rupert Murdoch doing during his reign as media mogul and trump puppeteer? Is OneTaste a haven for wellness or a pit of perversion? Tune in and find out.