She's known me since 7th grade algebra class and she knows WAY too much. This week my OG best friend Megan is on the pod and we're spilling everything — Heritage Academy horror stories, the Abercrombie era, parties we had no business being at, and embarrassing moments we probably should've taken to the grave. Oh, and we rate the new Alani Purple Cotton Candy because obviously. Grab your drink and let's go.

Buckle up, b!tches — Miranda is back and we are SPILLING. We cracked open a Shirley Temple Poppy (eight grams of fiber, you're welcome, your colon) and dove headfirst into the wildest stories we have ever witnessed from behind the chair. I'm talking the client who gave her friend a full tutorial on how to flick the bean — hands included — in the middle of a packed salon. The first-time client who opened her phone to show a hair reference and served up a full video instead (yes, VIDEO). The woman at a wedding party who was absolutely convinced that if you're not doing a certain thing to your husband, you're doing it wrong (honey, he does NOT want that). The client who confessed to a porta potty situation that made me want to retire. And the one who ripped it the entire 3.5 hours — girl, there is a bathroom. Go potty. If you have ever wanted to know what your stylist is actually thinking while she smiles and nods, this is the episode. We hear everything. We see everything. And now, so do you.

Listen, they give you a onesie at the baby shower and send you home with a whole human — and not ONE person mentions the rage. Not one! This week I dragged my sister Miranda onto the podcast because she is knee-deep in motherhood right now and honestly? She needed to talk about it. We're getting into postpartum, the mental load, the resentment, and why we both low-key wanted to throw our husbands out a window but somehow still love them. We also may have cracked open a Flirt energy drink and solved all of society's problems, no big deal. If you've ever smiled and said "I'm fine" while actively disassociating in your kitchen — welcome, pull up a chair, this episode is your therapy session and we don't take insurance.

Buckle up, b!tches — this one is not for the faint of stomach. My sister Lacey is back, we cracked open a local seltzer, and we're spilling every postpartum truth nobody warned us about. I'm talking the shart heard 'round the Target parking lot (I trusted the fart… I should not have trusted the fart), the time a fully grown adult sipped my breast milk straight from the tap and told me it tasted like a chai latte, prolapse confessions, self-diagnosed Ehlers-Danlos panic at 2AM on ChatGPT, my water exploding like a Hollywood movie, and the absolute reign of terror my feral 3-year-old is running with a metal baseball bat. If you've ever peed your pants laughing, leaked through a sports bra, or googled "why does my bladder feel like a bowling ball," this episode is basically your love letter. Pour up, press play, and whatever you do — do not trust the fart.

Hey b!tches 💅 It's Staci. Today I dragged my sister Lacey into the chair to spill the truth about growing up with 8 kids and 1 bathroom. We're talking stolen shirts, almost getting jumped in 7th grade, and why your husband takes a 30-minute sh*t. Pour your dirty soda and get into it. 🍋MANE B!TCH MEMOIRS:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/themaneb_tchmemoirs TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@themanebitchmemoirSTACI:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/manes.by.stacijaneTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@stacijane4

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