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- 69. Minisode: I don't know Cotton Eye Joe and I don't want toMerika and I answer (?) one listener's questions. Pandemic parties! LGBT terminology! Eurodance!28 min
- 68. I don't know astrology pt. 2Part two of our astrology episode with special guest Kailey. This time it's Merika's turn and like, we're shook.55 min
- 67. I don't know astrology pt. 1
Our first two parter! Special guest Kailey reads our birth charts. We also talk about Whitney Houston’s poop!
59 min - 66. Minisode: I don't know where the straight men are
Special guest Ari is back to help us “answer” your questions. I put answer in quotes because Merika suggests you can ward off negativity by putting crystals in your bra.
26 min - 65. I don't know how to live with other peopleSpecial guest Ari joins us to talk roommates, black market pre-workout, and stealing toilet paper dispensers.56 min
- 64. Minisode: I don't know how much chest hair is too muchWe answer your flaming questions! Also Merika hates swamp ass and Miles finally discusses his balls.28 min
- 63. Minisode: I don't know how to get my period at the car dealershipWe struggle to answer 3 listener questions. Plus, Merika has a Covid scare and Miles wishes he'd stolen more pens in his life.26 min
- 62. I don't know how to be a womanWe talk womanhood with special guest Slade. Boobs! Periods! Dresses! Makeup!57 min
- 61. Minisode: I don't know how to ask for nudesWe answer your questions! Kind of! Also Merika thirsts for daddies and Miles #hates #hasthtags24 min
- 60. I don't know how to journalWe break out our diaries to discuss our sexy pasts. Plus, Miles discusses the juicy men of IKEA, and Merika doesn't wear a bra!1 hr
About IDK What I'm Doing
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Tune in for two best friends who are just as confused as you are. Every week Merika and Miles ponder adulthood, but also centaurs, breast implants, and Whitney Houston’s poop. Y’all ready for…
this?