[Insert "Old Saying" here.] Julia acts as an unreliable narrator of her own consciousness and steers this un-lucid train of an episode right onto the tracks of chaos. Meanwhile, Matt literally and figuratively spills the tea (on himself) while confronting special guest and friend of the pod Iris on her entire personality. Listen to this while falling asleep for full surrealism effect.

In the aftermath of a botched attempt at crafting what could arguably been ravioli (see: Ep. 41), Matt and Julia are truly On One™. Matt reveals his struggles with sleep apnea/coming across as having a cold personality while Julia over explains her desire to return to Amsterdam/enjoy a single concert.

In this haunted rendition of your favorite podcast, Julia goes on several DayQuil fueled tangents before becoming fully possessed by what we can only assume is the ghost of Eminem's Oscar's performance, or something more benign (like the devil). Listen as we spiral down the staircase of self into abject existential panic!

Give our good friend Katie a warm welcome to the pod! She joins us to break down the pizza spectrum, furry culture, middle school sex education, and a perplexing would-you-rather for womankind. McKenna, hello! Julia's mom, skip this episode for your own good!

As grief strikes the nation, Matt and Julia question the authenticity of social media mourning. This week, we remember celebrities we've lost and how inconsistent our reactions have been. If you didn't watch the Grammy's, neither did Matt and Julia attempts to catch him up on Billie Eilish's domination in the last two minutes. Also, listen to Julia ardently dismantle a theory about Jumanji that, in retrospect, Matt has completely fabricated. If we failed to slander anyone that you love, we'll be sure to do it next week pending a Venmo in any amount or currency to Julia.

Welcome back to karaoke hour! This week, Matt and Julia both find and don't find God™, respectively. Matt convinces Julia that waiting for the #1 bus is a religious experience and Julia neither agrees nor disagrees. We evaluate the successes and failures of our orthodontic traumas and call on McKenna to bring us to linguistic enlightenment when we reach those pesky "what's-the-word-for" moments. Another week of absolute chaos, buckle up!

Welcome back to our cool, hip culture podcast where everything is fine and we're doing great! You can call Julia by her name (Hozier) because somebody took her to church. Want to see how a discussion can possibly pivot from Buddhism's Four Noble Truths to a sincere debate on if we think dogs can speak English in less than three minutes? Look no further than this RIDE of an episode. We're bringing back all of our greatest hits from "not-a-sponsor-but-could-be" to manifesting with booze. Join us and McKenna for another week of absolute chaos!

Welcome to the new decade! Hindsight might be 20/20, but our vision for this podcast is exactly the same. Do we bring up our grievances with the film industry? Yeah. Does Julia add to her billowing ironic hat collection? You bet. Are we bringing good vibes into the new year? No doubt about it. Listen as Julia sheds critical surveillance information about her place of work and Matt admits to scamming the MBTA. All in one episode, you ask? We answer: abso-fucking-lutely.

On this chilly evening we float pretty cavalier use of the words "deign" and "aural" before pitching our favorite words as "trapeze" and "juxtaposition." Julia reveals that she's never had a hickey before and all but begs Matt to come to Boston to celebrate New Year's Eve. Listen as we define our personalities as if we had guns placed to our heads, respectively!

An EARLY upload?! Amidst co-living chaos, we reveal how loose our grasp of the economy is, Julia tries (and...fails?) to re-articulate the same idea in unique sentences every time she has a hot take, and Matt comes to terms with his similarities with the Cabbage Guy from Avatar: The Last Airbender. Numbers aren't real, Mila Kunis is in everything, and Marshal Mathers is not Martin Luther. (Also, hi McKenna.)