Oh my gUUDness, Dear Listener, if you only knew. This week, we cover all the things "for which Missy is grateful," including the blessings of a good vibe, excellent planning skills and a deliciously robust birthing canal. Plus, basketball stadium hijinks, kiddies come home and the Sex Hotel: a Prologue.

Oh my terrible goodness, Dear Listener, the ladies are back at it again. This time, we skewer circuses, wedding crasher, dining on planes and (everyone's favorite!) suprise fecal showers. Can't make this shit up, friends. Literally. So once again, thank you for sharing a laugh or 10 with us. Unlike every person who wandered into the Poo Museum, we're so glad you're here.

Drunken Excellence, Sober Edition: Amy takes a test that involves focus and suprisingly aces it. "I fun fun!" Also on the docket: young adult debacuhery goes international, the endless joy of earning gold stars, Missy's delicate relationship with the illusion of control. Surprise!

Holy Saliva, Batman! It's a dental dayum this week, Dear Listener, as Amy gets the most thorough hygenic event evah. Missy embraces Majong. And we all join the hunt for protein that has overtaken the world. Confectionary Easter Tomb, anyone? Happy bunnies and locusts to those who celebrate. We love having you here.

It's an emotional Free For All at the Hot Box this week, Dear Listener, and Missy has lived to tell the tale. All that, plus the Delusional Lies Men Tell Themselves (Amy Edition) and Baby Waves Goodbye to her favorite Medium. Where else could you pack so much fun into a short one hour and one minutes?

Oh Ethan Hawk, we're so so tired of you, even when you say such beautiful things. Missy discovers a reverse technology telephone, and, considers using it to call one or more deadbeat girlfriends who stiffed her on the bill. Amy meets a septugenarian without a working member. And everyone enjoys another opportunity to chuckle at this bizarre spectacle we call life.

The SWATs keep on coming, America, and Missy is kinda over it. Stuart pays a visit to the front door in his underwear. And Amy shares a series of unfortunate events that even she wonders why she shared. To quote the world watching the state of geopolitics today, "what are we doing?" Listen and learn, Dear Listener. (Learn what not to do.)

It's springtime, Dear Listener, and the boys refuse to wear their condoms. But never fear — Missy is ready for the pivot. Hallmark After Dark returns with a glorious reframe as Missy envisions a whole new way to explore the carnal side of the kingdom. (But don't blow in the hole, kids. It's dangerous. Because Science.) We travel to foreign lands this week and listen with envy as Missy dives deep into the everyday joys of ordinary life. What more could you want? If you said sex, you're in the right place. Kinda.

It's STADIUM MADNESS Week, Dear Listener, with myriad tales of sports spectation gone awry. SCHPORTZ! Punched by a stranger in public, the kids rebound by winning the game. Missy initiates physical contact with the Concessions Team... again... and we both dive deep into the sewer. Who knew? I didn't even mention the most surprising thing to go into Amy's mouth this week. Wait for it. Worth it.

Oh, the siliness of our deeply bumpy brains. It's Brazilian Carnivale season, Dear Listener, and even those bare bottomed beauties are not enough to lure Amy out of the Heated Rivalry cuckhold that currently dominates her mindspace. (Not to worry. Missy cuts all that out.) Skipping ahead to the lies we tell ourselves, we wander through the Forest of Dark Thoughts only to emerge on Cottage Cheese Beach arm in arm. Loving you more than you think this week, Dearest Follower. And now, an ask: can you send Missy a smile? Insta, TikTok, Facebook: listenbrilliant. Email: [email protected] .