Good news for all of our Patreon supporters- you'll now be able to get a bonus track from us each week. We'll do a different a cappella cover of a song from the album, and it'll definitely be great.

Disclaimer: We got the name of the grocery store wrong. We have become the worst versions of ourselves.

Now, let's move on so we can talk about the Joe Fox Reality Distortion Field! That man is not human. He clearly has some sort of hypnotic super power, and I am not okay with this!

Kathleen Kelly does everything in her diminishing power to avoid Joe Fox at a grocery store, only to wind up on the wrong end of an angry New York mob! If only some charming benefactor for the masses would come to her rescue.

In this episode we get literally -one sentence- that isn't a lyric to a Louie Armstrong bop. The good news is that every other word of this minute is a Louie Armstrong bop.

Write in and tell us about your first internet relationship!

How many days have passed since the party? It is unclear! You know what else is unclear? The game that Robert Ford referenced when his younger-self-robot was talking to the Man in Black in the desert in season 2. Also unclear: why did Dolores tell Teddy that it was going to all end with the two of them together?

What were we talking about?

Listener, do YOU ever feel like you've become the worst version of yourself? Do you ever zing strangers, family members, friends, or lovers? Do you have any idea what I'm talking about? If not, find out in this minute!

What started with a white wine and stoli on the rocks ends with something relevant for our times: a book about the Luddite movement in 19th century England. The battle of Vince's dinner party is over, but the war is just beginning.

It’s a battle of the couples when Joe and Kathleen are joined by the King and Queen of Narcissism – Frank and Patricia. There are egos to stroke, over the counter sleep meds to recommend, and judgmental eyes to blink ad nauseam. All in the next minute!

In an episode chock-full of dialogue, Chey and Eli take their first stab at RE-ENACTING You’ve Got Mail. Is it good? Is it bad? Did it just barely miss the cut off for the 2020 Emmys? Dear listeners, this award-winning performance is only 60 seconds away.

There is a social contract we all agree to when caviar is present at a party. But Joe Fox, entitled white man extraordinaire, has an addendum. Hostesses – hide your garnish, there’s a big bad Fox in town.