Yikes on Mics

This week Briar begs listeners to send their haunted items to them. Julie reveals that she's actually 20 nautical miles in a trenchcoat. The American Government manifests some ghosts and protects a haunted tree mummy. Julie and Briar discuss getting a divorce and make plans for a death pact. 

Welcome to Capitalism! The government lied and we are not surprised. Briar sums up her 3 part series with a forgetful lawyer, Julie "give-em-hell" *REDACTED* spills the tea on Lite™, and we are very bitter and not okay. 

Things that we are: imagining dying, unlocking core memories, asking "why did she did it?", dead.

Things that we are not: forensic investigators, eating 70 gummy vitamins, cavemen jurors, serial killers, Russian.

This week we commit insurance fraud and yeet horses. We strongly urge that you come prepared for your high-quality rituals, and we will be administering a demon test. We also will discuss fashionable exorcisms and we hope that the noises in our homes are actually 10 dead animals in a trench coat. 

Part 1 of episode 8 was not released with this week's episode so I've uploaded with no ads.

This week Julie gives 'em hell. We implore you to bring your meatgrinder's as we discuss a mechanic coroner, Ms. Trunchbull's murder farm, and faulty butthole gaskets. We also ask that you do not talk about sex club.

This week we're a little tied up. We reveal our location in Cowville, USA, uncover the real MLM scheme, and we introduce you to Joe Banana. Stay tuned for a personal apology from Chelsea as she completely bungles this week's episode.

This week we examine the hieroglyphic fine print and sweep all our problems under the sandy rug. The curse of poor sanitation leads to a crappy retirement package and we confirm that King Tut was an arsonist.  We plan our future move to Croatia, our anxiety intensifies, and we discuss the consequences of being in the woods. 

This week on Yikes on Mics we are consistently off-track. Julie carries the show and requests a personal redesign from God. We propose that every guy with a mustache should be arrested. A 4 hour slap chop repair goes wrong leading to the worst kind of OCD. Chelsea goes from zero to cringe real fast and we discuss our love of memes, sick burns, and mutual disrespect. 

This week we make a BFF pact and plan our future cult, unveil an M. Night Shyamalan twist, discuss our nightly ass-kickings, explain why wet hands are not f*cking chill, and our entire episode is interrupted by Chelsea's husband's snores. Sorry ya'll, we know it's a lot!