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This week on I Know That’s Right, we recap our weekends, call for an official referendum on Sunday Funday, get into all things reality TV, and spiral into the latest Taylor Swift theories. We also unpack Nick’s deeply personal hatred of eggs, dabble in a few things that are either I Know That’s Right or I Know That’s Wrong, and somehow manage to cover absolutely everything and nothing at the same time.
The mamas are back with a full birthday recap and plenty to catch up on. 🎂 We get into Mitch McConnell, the new iPhone, Dancing with the Stars, and the realization that the holidays are somehow already right around the corner.
Just another perfectly normal week on I Know That’s Right. 💋🎙️
It’s the mamas’ birthday week!!! 🥂🎂 We’re popping champagne, vaping on set, and honestly… who even knows what we’re talking about. Grab your party hats, pour a drink, and try to keep up! 🎉
This week, we mourn the loss of Dolly, Tyler STILL has no AC and is one degree away from losing it. We unpack the fever dream that was Vegas. Plus: glow-in-the-dark dildos, cheating discourse, questionable morals, and the debate nobody asked for but everybody has an opinion on — chicken breast or thigh?
WE’RE BACK and somehow still alive. This week, the Mamas are exhausted, depleted, and operating on whatever comes after the last leg. We recap a weekend downtown, TWO concerts, Nick witnessing a wiener cart lady absolutely booking it through the streets, the story of him hopping out of an Uber, and—shockingly—Tyler STILL has no AC. We also get into the Lindsay Clancy case because apparently this episode needed a little true crime moment too. A little music, a little chaos, a little murder trial. The usual.
Two weeks in a row?! I know that’s consistency! The mamas are back recapping the weekend, debating how often you’re actually supposed to wash your sheets, flirting with the idea of a book club, and somehow covering everything and nothing at the same time. Business as usual 💅🏼
The mamas are back and we’re covering… literally everything.
Nick is freshly returned from Coachella (alive, barely), Tyler is coming in hot off a night out, and somehow we spiral from desert chaos to getting assaulted in a McDonald’s, horse races, car issues, animals, and… imprinting on you???
It’s unhinged, it’s all over the place, and it makes perfect sense if you don’t think too hard. I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!!
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