🎉 EPISODE 50. FIFTY. FIVE-ZERO. 🎉
And did we celebrate like responsible adults with a well-planned, professional recording? Absolutely not.
To mark our 50th episode, we cracked open the wine, summoned fried sushi tacos (yes, fried, yes, sushi, yes, tacos, no we will not explain), and added cake to the mix because chaos thrives on sugar. We monch and cronch for the ENTIRE episode—headphones beware, Mischa’s elite cronchy ASMR is in full force. This episode was recorded way too late at night, powered by sleep deprivation, poor choices, and vibes alone.
We still don’t have our shit together (✨tradition✨), the wine is hitting, and this episode spirals into maximum feral energy. After recording, we will be riding our broomsticks to a very secret meeting that we legally cannot confirm or deny.
Sorry. Not sorry. 🍷🧹
Listener Request (thanks, Amber!): The Island of the Dolls — a cursed nightmare island filled with creepy-ass hanging dolls that immediately makes Lauren want to quit the podcast… again.
The Salem Witch Trials — a grim reminder that they weren’t hunting witches, they were executing women, and the rage is very real.
This episode is loud. It’s chaotic. It’s crunchy. It’s unhinged.
And honestly? It’s exactly what a 50th episode deserves.
Congrats to us.
Send help. 🍰🍷🖤
