In today’s episode, Bree (aka Slime) talks earthquakes that didn’t shake her, cats that almost threw up, Discord refusing to give her a Wrapped, and the devastating news that Trader Joe’s canceled Candy Cane Joe-Joe’s—aka the only thing holding her holiday spirit together.
We also get into Michael Jackson’s KFC breakfast era, 1980s peanut butter snacks resurrected by Stranger Things, and a mysterious interstellar object with a literal heartbeat. Plus: media megacorps throwing billions around like candy canes that apparently no longer exist.

This episode is full chaos in the best way. I talk about my dangerously slippery MacBook Air, my shocking $68 microphone steal, and San Francisco’s plan to turn a whole building into a 400-pod megadorm (yes, they said cram). Then we pivot into the Black Friday raccoon who got drunk in a liquor store, Charlie Munger cooling off with ice instead of A/C, my attempt at embracing silence for the first time ever, Stonehenge’s extremely dramatic underworld pits, and Khloé Kardashian’s ghost encounter that made her sleep with the lights on for years.

In today’s episode, Bree wakes up at 3AM (because: cats), gets blinded by the sun, and somehow ends up talking about Denny’s, Britney Spears possibly moving to the UK, exploding stars, sleeping jellyfish, color-dreaming octopuses, and why classic rock morning shows are all secretly cursed. Also: Sydney the cat continues her lifelong mission to use Bree as a mattress. Plus, is that interstellar comet definitely not an alien spacecraft? (Disappointing.)

In today’s episode, Bree hangs out with the cats, talks about eating a bomb Trader Joe’s salad, and dives into a Libra horoscope that’s basically yelling “you got this.” We talk obscure indie bands YouTube throws at us, David Byrne’s new Tiny Desk, and why Kash Patel dresses like he’s about to help you move a futon. Also: car-sized millipedes, Britney’s beautifully vulnerable Instagram post, Dick Van Dyke’s ice cream longevity secret, and why Italian hot chocolate is built like pudding. It’s a full Monday.

In today’s very cloudy, very bored Sunday episode, I hang out with Starshine and Sydney while testing the new Fifine Tank2 mic. We talk wild turkeys in the yard, drives through Healdsburg and dreams of Guerneville, overpaying for $15 headphones on eBay, and the ongoing saga of cats discovering elite nap locations. I also revies the tragic state of modern podcasts, rant about 2FA codes like they’re classified government files, dives into Grimes’ take on Atlas/3i and alien federations, and deliver yet another annual roast of the absolutely joyless Starbucks holiday cups. Grab a snack, pet a cat, and settle in for the most chaotic cozy Sunday ever.

Starshine's fast-food frenzy kicks off this episode before we dive into some exciting news—the arrival of the Fifine Tank 2 microphone!

Then, we bid farewell to "The John Boy and Billy Show" after their legendary run, and play clips from their show, along with clips from "Bob and Tom Show." Speaking of legends, the Estate of Johnny Cash is suing Coca-Cola under the new ELVIS Act for allegedly using an AI-generated voice in an ad.

Finally, we hit the Weird News segment:

The mystery of $750,000 in stolen snails destined for Michelin stars.

The wealthy California town that said 'no' to the pop-pop-pop of pickleball.

The judge who wore an Elvis wig in court.

The proposal for a new 'Trump County.'

The man who is 71% through his "Black Alien" transformation.

Cardi B turning an umbilical cord into jewelry (and our suggestion for matching earrings).

Bree wakes up at 2am courtesy of her feline alarm clocks, recaps cat vomit and cloudy weather, dives into weird radio nostalgia, and then fully petitions the universe to please—PLEASE—let 3i/Atlas be aliens. Plus: Johnny Cash vs. Coca-Cola, €90k worth of stolen snails, pickleball chaos, Elvis-wig judges, human washing machines, and Cardi B’s umbilical cord jewelry. A wildly cursed news roundup and a cry for extraterrestrial intervention.