Christina

Now that true crime has become mainstream and famous killers get multiple shows or are mentioned as a dream dinner guest by out-of-touch celebrities, it is incredibly important that the victims are remembered. Of all of the true crime podcasts and shows out there, only few focus on the innocent victims, which you two have consistently done.

Now that true crime has become mainstream and famous killers get multiple shows or are mentioned as a dream dinner guest by out-of-touch celebrities, it is incredibly important that the victims are remembered. Of all of the true crime podcasts and shows out there, only few focus on the innocent victims, which you two have consistently done.

Thanks for all the laughs, inside jokes, and my favorite face mask. S-S-D-G-M, Christina, she, her. Oh, my God.

Thanks for all the laughs, inside jokes, and my favorite face mask. S-S-D-G-M, Christina, she, her. Oh, my God.

Did it get you? It got me. Thank you for saying that. That was very, very sweet. And Christina, we appreciate your appreciation. We do. I'm like a little choked up.

Did it get you? It got me. Thank you for saying that. That was very, very sweet. And Christina, we appreciate your appreciation. We do. I'm like a little choked up.

For real. And for a second, I thought you were going to say her finger to make her throw up so she would not be so drunk.

For real. And for a second, I thought you were going to say her finger to make her throw up so she would not be so drunk.

We've all been Chloe. We've all been Chloe. We've all been Chloe and we've all been Cho. Thank God for Cho. And thank God women are doing this for each other. Yeah. Like more and more now, kind of.

We've all been Chloe. We've all been Chloe. We've all been Chloe and we've all been Cho. Thank God for Cho. And thank God women are doing this for each other. Yeah. Like more and more now, kind of.

connected in that way yeah because jesus looking out for each other i feel like you like don't have to mind your own business anymore because we're looking out for each other because guess who's gonna do it fucking nobody else nobody else it's up to you also but it's it's kind of funny like they're trying to get drunk and party themselves and then suddenly it's like here's you in four hours chloe yeah right chloe's like help me

connected in that way yeah because jesus looking out for each other i feel like you like don't have to mind your own business anymore because we're looking out for each other because guess who's gonna do it fucking nobody else nobody else it's up to you also but it's it's kind of funny like they're trying to get drunk and party themselves and then suddenly it's like here's you in four hours chloe yeah right chloe's like help me

Oh, God damn. Okay. It says my illegal very first job. Lighthearted question mark. Hey, all you cool cats and kittens. And then in parentheses, it says, are we still doing that? My answer? No. I recently listened to Minnesota 401, where you read a hometown of a 10 year old who got to be a bartender for a day. I'm normally not a one-upper. And then in parentheses, yes, I am.

Oh, God damn. Okay. It says my illegal very first job. Lighthearted question mark. Hey, all you cool cats and kittens. And then in parentheses, it says, are we still doing that? My answer? No. I recently listened to Minnesota 401, where you read a hometown of a 10 year old who got to be a bartender for a day. I'm normally not a one-upper. And then in parentheses, yes, I am.

But I knew I had to write in. Let's go, girls. And then in parentheses it says, said like the incomparable Miss Shania Twain. Oh, I heard it. I mean, how can you not? So it says, picture this. It's the early 90s. You walk into your local small-town Wisconsin dive bar on a Saturday morning. It reeks of stale beer, neon signs line the wall, and Saturday morning cartoons play on the TV. Why?

But I knew I had to write in. Let's go, girls. And then in parentheses it says, said like the incomparable Miss Shania Twain. Oh, I heard it. I mean, how can you not? So it says, picture this. It's the early 90s. You walk into your local small-town Wisconsin dive bar on a Saturday morning. It reeks of stale beer, neon signs line the wall, and Saturday morning cartoons play on the TV. Why?

Because I'm your bartender every Saturday morning, and I am five years old. Let me explain. My parents never had a ton of money growing up, so they often had weekend jobs on top of their regular 9-to-5s. My mom, Bonnie, picked up shifts at our local hospital, working the counter that sold candy and other small items in the lobby.

Because I'm your bartender every Saturday morning, and I am five years old. Let me explain. My parents never had a ton of money growing up, so they often had weekend jobs on top of their regular 9-to-5s. My mom, Bonnie, picked up shifts at our local hospital, working the counter that sold candy and other small items in the lobby.

So on Saturdays while she did that, she couldn't watch my sister and I, and that left my dad. My dad's name is Mark, but for as long as I can remember, everyone called him Sugar. He was born diabetic, and he couldn't have sugar, so it seems like maybe his friends were just assholes. Who knows? I love that nickname for a man. I do, too.

So on Saturdays while she did that, she couldn't watch my sister and I, and that left my dad. My dad's name is Mark, but for as long as I can remember, everyone called him Sugar. He was born diabetic, and he couldn't have sugar, so it seems like maybe his friends were just assholes. Who knows? I love that nickname for a man. I do, too.