WELL WE DID IT, we made it to 69. Surprisingly this week’s episode is probably more wholesome than most, but we do explore the fact that your safest sexual partner is ALWAYS YOURSELF and sometimes the words you use to describe bodily fluids MATTER.
This week Imogen’s executive dysfunction was a total bitch, apologies for the delay, but as compensation please enjoy a warm chicken sandwich of an episode, with little nodules of satan’s spite, Roomba Wars, some New Kids On The Block and portmanteaus.
This week Imogen’s Return Key has stopped working so everything is nine thousand times more difficult. Also we talk about bac’n bits, not to be confused with actual bacon, hotdogs, and dolphin penises. And Claire is very sick, please send hugs, tissues and Good Omens Fanfiction.