FRIDAY.

I traded my horse at the hall, becoming a L’artist is unpracticeable, and Oliver doesn’t have a candle opinion.

FRIDAY!

Be-un-gone!

Oliver is maybe ridin’ solo, the holes and there’s pits (and sockets), and shut up guy in the sky!

Begone!

Hi box!

What’s a DI box, Bella is an absolute trash turd, and situations in which to yell SLANDER!

Bye box!

Hello again!

Kayla judges and Oliver celebrates, actual noodles are noodles, and we’re mad about bird of a year.

Farewell again!

Sing that again!

It’s the Oliver C and Little Kayz pod, Kayla is obsessed with Richard Splett, and we miss you dearly.

Sing that AGAIN!!!

Shaboogie!

Foods that love and don’t love being eaten, Oliver will make Kayla a gluten free Curly Wurly on October 18th, and sacrificing yourself as a pillow.

Sha-bye-gie!

Ripper day to ya!

When you’re from Mordi, you’re a flutist, a tarp cannot be quiet, and there’s a maybe a meatball.

Ripper bye to ya!

Great morning!

We discuss the wonders of prawn crackers, Oliver tries to dox Kayla, and Kayla simply loves grass.

Great bye!

NO MORE RHYMES!

Kayla doesn’t want to do a traditional start, more bin chat (surprised?), and Oliver wrote a haiku about a cool thing.

I SAID: NO MORE RHYMES!

Good day!

We’re getting up there, what Kayla and Jordan do every night, and we could be lay-down-bike guys.

GOOD day!