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Reshma Sajani
Hi, I'm Reshma Sajani, founder of Girls who Code. Look, I'd consider myself a pretty successful adult woman. I've written books, founded two successful nonprofits, and I'm raising two incredible kids. But here's the thing. I still wake up wondering, is this it? And if the best years are yet to come, when's that going to start? Join me on My so Called Midlife, my new podcast with Lemonada Media, where we're building a playbook for navigating midlife one episode at a time. Each week, I'll chat with extraordinary guests who've transformed their midlife crisis into opportunities for growth and newfound purpose. At some point, we all ask ourselves, is there more to life? I'm here to discover how to thrive in my second act right alongside you. My so Called Midlife is out now. Wherever you get your podcasts, I'm Lupita Nyong'o. My new podcast, mind you'd Own, is a storytelling show that navigates what it means to belong, all from the African perspective. We're going beyond the headlines to dive into nuanced, intimate stories from Africans around the world. I'm so excited to bring this show to you. Listen to Mind you'd Own on Apple Podcasts, Amazon Music, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts. Lemonada. This is Glenn Close, and I cannot afford believe I agreed to do this. How much am I getting paid? Oh, my God, it's such a joke. The Golgoroth alliance is proud to present Hildy the Barback and the Lake of Fire. This presentation is brought to you by Theater of the Mind, Chapter five, the Middle of the Middle. You should have listened to all four episodes before this, all of which were stellar. Except, oddly, for episode one, which deserves to be burned like the very lake of fire which is indeed our namesake. This episode shall eclipse all of the others before it in power, urgency, and effortless sensuality. My name is Hildy. I am a bar at a medieval pub with peasants galore and piss on the floor. Could I long for something more? We are in peril from the evil one whose soul desires to turn my shine to a lake of fire. The men folks say they'll protect me but they would fuck up a cup of coffee it's got to be me. I must set us all free. It's my destiny. My name is Hildy and I'm fraudulent as a lake of fire. My name is Hilde. We find our heroes split up three on top of Mount Cormoran, home of the giants and three, facing off with the ancient Oracle of Two on the isle of Almagus. We begin with Hildy, Gerd and Finnick as they enter the giant's lair with Jenna, the cheerful yet diminutive giant. Hi, Queen Annabeth. And King Jervan. Hi. Hi, it's me. It's Jenna. Way down here. Hey. Hello, Tiny Jenna. You're so genie it makes me laugh. We are on. Hildy. What? Use the imperial voice thrower. Oh, okay. What do I do? Talk into the little hole. Okay. We are on a quest to save Golgoroth. Good for you, you little beast sized, tiny, cute, little, tiny person. Yay for you, tiny Jenna. Are these itsy bitsies with the other ones? What other ones? Yeah, I haven't had a chance to touch base with you yesterday. A group of smelly smallies arrived. They said they were from Sha A Doo. Shah. A Doo? That's Ural's fortress. Did you mention they smelled terrible? Oh, hell yes, I did, you, Highness. Everyone covered their noses. Tiny Jenna. It's just Jenna. Okay, just Jenna. Can we meet these other travelers? Of course, girl. We are all friends here in Giant Land. What if I wanted to be more than friends, Tiny Jenna? Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not really into shorties. I am truly flattered. Fennel. It's Fennec. Oh, that's even worse. All right, everybody, right this way. I'll give you a tour. A pleasure meeting you, your Highness. Don't bother, girl. They aren't listening. As Hilde's heroes walk across giant land toward their dark fate, we are transported at the speed of thought across Golgorath to the remote island of Almagus. Here we find Purda, Mirabel and Otto facing off against the Oracle of Two, the grotesque two headed guardian of Wizard's Keep. They must answer a riddle or be thrown into the chasm of infinite suffering, which, believe it or not, is only the third worst chasm in Golgoroth. Be silent. We are scouring your minds for the impossible riddle. We shall only ask what you can't possibly know, and your ignorance shall seal your doom. So glad you're enjoying yourselves. But how is that fair? If you know we don't know the answer, why not just throw us in your stupid canyon? Pertur? I think they said chasm, not Kenyon. That's what is furrowing your brow, Mirabel, not the impossible riddle. Maybe they can't read my thoughts because I'm only half human. Your mind is more open to us than any we've Encountered Haftar. Oh, thank you. Yes, yes, we have it. That which you do not know and shall never know. Sister, shall we begin the death riddle to these insignificant creatures? Yes, let us mock them with exaggerated facial expressions. I'm not even a real centaur. I'm not. Not even a proper wizard. Travelers from Myr Vale with hearts so pure, your quest to save Golgorath is all but assured. But your party of seven soon became six when an armored one sank in the river like bricks. And you lament his loss, but to all your shame, none of you recall his name. What is the true name of the large armored guard? Son of a bitch. Oh, they know. We don't know because they looked into our minds. I totally get it now. Clever. Okay, let's not give in. Surely one of us can remember the name of the large armored guard who drowned in the river. No, Mirabel, we can't remember. That's their whole trick. Lawrence. Oh, no. We agreed it wasn't Lawrence. Look at them squirm like the mealy grubs they are. Delightful. What is your answer? Travelers, a moment, please. Can you use one of your potions on them? Mirabelle, you don't know how silly you sound right now. Pertur, the Oracle is one of the most magical creatures in the cosmos, and I'm nothing. Perta, we have to give them an answer or we're all dead. One of us needs to answer. Yes, but who? Or whom? What? Otto was asking whom or who, grammatically speaking. Personally, I always get the two confused. Stall for time, Perta. Ask the Oracle if it's whom or who. They know everything in the universe. You know, they know grammar. I will. But know that I refuse to fall for eternity next to you two. Oracle, a query. The time is nigh, my sister. The chasm will soon feast. Ask your question, dung slug. Ahem. Is it whom? How can this be? Be my sister. What's hypnic? Their minds were so empty, devoid of thought. Thank you very much, however impossible it may seem. You are correct, clever one. Your large armored guard was named Hume. Hume? Hey, I have an Uncle Hume on my human side, so we don't really talk. You've answered our riddle by accident. I can see that. Now. How would you feel about best of three riddles? Hmm? Does that sound nice? Stupid travelers? No. Absolutely 100% no. I'm really happy with where we landed. I mean, this feels right. We've passed your test, monster. Take me to Magnus. Eminence. Now, who is that? It's the head wizard. Then why don't you just say that? Because it would have been very rude. We shall take you this way. Cheaters. Cheaters. Death. Death. She's just saying death, right? I mean, she's not gonna kill us in some gruesome fashion, right? Spark something uncommon this holiday season with incredible handpicked gifts from Uncommon Goods. I consider myself a pretty good gift giver. If there was a gift giving Olympics, I wouldn't necessarily win gold, but I would be on that pedestal. And one of my secrets to world class gifting is Uncommon Goods. They specialize in unique items from independent makers, making it easy to find gifts that are thoughtful and one of a kind. For example, I have a friend who is a foodie, but not a fancy gourmet foodie. They're more into like a beer and cheese kind of thing, which just makes good sense. So the savory and sweet pretzel and beer cheese kit from Uncommon Goods is the perfect gift, maybe even a gold medal gift. And when you buy from Uncommon Goods, you're not just giving a great gift, you're supporting small creators and sustainable practices. Plus, Uncommon Goods makes it easy to feel good about your choices. Many of their products are sustainable, and with every order, they donate to nonprofits that align with your values. To get 15% off your next gift, go to uncommongoods.com Hildy that's uncommongoods.com hildy For 15% off, don't miss out on this limited time offer. Uncommon Goods we're all out of the ordinary. Hi there, it's Julia Louis Dreyfus. This fall, my podcast Wiser Than Me is back for season three with even more wisdom straight from some legendary old ladies. These chickadees have a lot to teach us. Every word is a lesson in living unapologetic, apologetically, and focusing on the stuff that really matters. From Lemonada Media Wiser Than Me Season three out now. Find it wherever you get your podcast. Subscribe to Lemonada Premium in the Apple Podcasts app and listen to every episode of season three ad free as our three indescribably lucky adventurers are escorted through the Source Sorcerer's Fortress. Back in giant land, Hildy, Gerd, and Finnick are about to encounter their greatest challenge yet. And here these are the legendary behemoth baths heated by an underground volcano. And let me tell you, girl, it does get hot. Actually, Jenna, volcanoes are mountains that blow up. They stick out of the ground. Fennec. Every time you talk, everyone is just thinking about chopping you into little pieces. Honestly, we Just met. And it is so true. I know. Oh, yes. Every single time. Oh, and there's the person you wanted to see. He's just getting out of the hot springs. Hildy of Meerevale, please meet Captain Ganache of the Lightning Legion. Whoa. The G is silent, my beauty. It's just Nash. You might want to swaddle that thing with some terry cloth. What? I'm saying I'd love for you to wrap a towel around your bare penis that's out in front of my face. Ah, yes, well, I prefer to air dry. Yeah. Why do you have so many muscles around your tummy area? Probably because he doesn't drink ale and pee on nymphs all day. Wait, did you say the Lightning Legion? That's your girl's death squad. You do all of his most important murdering and whatnot. I see my reputation precedes me. Yes, death is my specialty, my pet. But this occasion calls upon my more diplomatic skills. Oh. May I inquire how so? And can somebody get him a robe? My dark liege has sent me to acquire an artifact from these colossal dullards. And I shall have it once I parlay with their warmaster. Not unless we get the Boots of Destiny first. Ger, come on. The idea that you would procure the boots before me is amusing. You'll have to excuse my laughter. You're not laughing. I'm Captain Nash of the Lightning Legion. I never laugh and I never lose. That you wouldn't refuse my challenge to a trial of combat. The winner shall leave with the Boots of Destiny. Yes. Combat. A clash of warriors grappling for the ultimate prize. Whoa, no. Point that somewhere else. No one needs to see that, man. You either put on a towel or get back in the water. Drape it or dunk it. This is too much for my tiny body and eyes. Yeah, I don't know if I'm scared or if I'm jealous. I think I'm gonna go for a walk. Tiny Jenna. It's just Jenna. This hussie and I require a conclave. With your warmaster. And the fate of Golgorath hangs in the balance. I'll see what I can do. Also, my boyfriend is as tall as an oak tree, so you're really not impressing anybody with that thing. Wow, an oak tree. I just. The math is confusing me. Seriously, how does that work, girl? Oh. So many questions to be answered, so many truths to be unveiled. But the mysteries percolating in Cormoran, the land of the giants, will have to wait for on the island Of Almagus. Shit is about to go down. Otto, can you see anything? You think because I'm part centaur, I can see through fog better than you? That's. That's prejudice. I asked because you're in front of me. Thus you can see further than me. Oh, I retract my statement. This is no ordinary fog, my friends. This is sorcerer's effluvium, a kind of magic murkiness. Is it poisonous? Good question, Otto. Not usually. It's commonly employed by wizards who. Who what? Um. Who want to make. Make what? Make us dead? No, no. Who want to make a big entrance. Behold my power. Oh, my gosh. Oh, this guy. Whoa. Yeah, this is gonna be good. Who the heck? I am known by many names, Mortals. Boland of Hightower. Valko Necromancer, Raventail, Conjurer of the Black Snow. Lovely to meet you, Boland. Raventail is a great name. Velko, we beseech you. Yes, my many epitaphs do often create more confusion than the intended astonishment. No, it was very astonishing. We were all astonished. Do not mollify me, Haftar. I was ancient before your kind emerged from the clay. You all may call me Kristoff the Great. Oh, my stars. Oh, my moon and stars. You're Kristoff Pooda. He's Kristoff the Great. We heard him. Mirabel Raventail was the better name, if you asked me. Just going back to that. Odark, warlock, enchanter of Eternity. Mirabel, what are you doing? Get off your knees. I beg your mercy and acquiesce to any punishment. This encounter's suddenly become quite strange. Sure has. Raventail. Kristoff. I like Raventail. I am the one, Kristoff the Apprentice Most Foul, who, through ignorance and incompetence, did destroy your disciple and dear friend, Malleus the Shrewd. You destroyed Malleus the Shrewd? I did? He was instructing me in enchantments. I'd never used the stick before. It's called a wand. Right, and the tip started glowing, and he had only been instructing me for five days. I thought I was pointing it the other way. And you blew him up. More like incinerated. And since then, I've been trying to teach myself magic, which is absurd, because I can't read your scrolls. When you incinerated Malleus, did it look something like this? Oh, God. Oh, no. He's on fire. Oh, no. Oh, my God. I did it again. Ha ha ha. No, you didn't. You didn't even do it the first Time. How did you get behind us? Sorcerer's illusion. Fake your own death. Useful when being hunted by a mob or. Or escaping an untalented apprentice. Oh, I'm so stupid. All these years, you thought you murdered him? I sure did, Pooda. Whilst I'm grateful not to have killed my mentor, I should have known I can't be a wizard. I'm hopeless. Well, that certainly isn't true either. Your instructor, Malleus, he is what we wizards call a dimwit. A pinhead cretin. I never finished his education because he was too interested in illicit gambling and impressing small town girls. More to the point, he feigned his death with you, Mirabel, because he realized ancient and powerful magic flows through your veins. I'm sorry, what? What? What? Mirabel St. Simone of Mirval, daughter of Katya and Leaf, granddaughter of Anya and Rhemus, inheritor of the elemental and eldritch powers held by Yandere the Venerated. Are all these names gonna be on a test of some sort? Because I confess, I am not actively listening. I'm sorry, Let me get this straight. You're saying I have magical blood? You are magic, my little flower. Then why can't I do anything? Maybe the guilt you felt over murdering your teacher got in the way. Mirabel, I don't know if this is pertinent, but your potion vial is glowing. Whoa. So it is. It's the potion the elves gave me. Ugh. Elven magic. It's all parable and no power. Did they give you the cryptic directions? You'll know when you know something along those lines. Yes. They said I must wait for the proper time to unlock who I truly am. Listening. Seems like a pretty proper time to me. Hey, Raventail, Is Mirabel supposed to be levitating like that? Indeed. The power within your friend is extensive. Mirabel, are you. You? Certainly. Why do you ask? Because of all of the blue flames shooting out of your eyes. Oh, I beg your pardon. Is this Peter now? They're green. And I do love green. You will still need to educate yourself, young one. But the power is yours to control. Thank you. Maybe I start with something simple. The Helm of Magic. I just magically wished it into your hands. Of course. We came all this way. It would be a shame to leave without it, but leave you shall. We will meet again, Mirabel the Merciful. And yes, that is a moniker that I have given you. Please give me credit. Good luck on your quest. Foolish mortals. Don't forget I am Christoph the Great. So Mirabel is some sort of super wizard. I didn't see that coming. But with a helm of magic in hand, Mirabel, PTA, and Otto are zapped onto their next adventure. Meanwhile, Hildy, Gerd, and Fennec are waiting alongside captain Ganache to meet with the warmaster of the giants. Yes, well, we can hasten this business along right now, Hildy. No need to wait for the war master. You and I step outside, and we simply beat each other's brains in. Winner takes the prize. I say no. Why don't you let me say. What say you first? Well, fine, say it then. What say you? No. I'll say yes. You're not the one that challenged me, gird of giant blood. And that warhammer of yours gives me paws. They don't look like paws. They look like normal hands. Every time you speak, I want to pull your eyeballs out and shove them in that big, wet mouth of yours. You can't talk to Fennec like that. You talk to me like that all the time. You've literally said that exact same thing. Shut up. I'm your sister, and I can say whatever I want. I'm allowed. I've pled your case, and general Penhill is willing to meet with y'all now. Ah, at last. Will do my heart well to speak with a man of war instead of whatever you three are. We're women. It's not a mystery. And Fennec, Whatever. I bid you welcome. I apologize for keeping you waiting. Generally, I am Captain Nash, leader of Ugrel's Lightning Legion. As one military man to another, I would like to say. Can I interrupt for a moment? I've had a sphinx of a time trying to choose a hat for an event I'm attending this evening. Could I ask your opinions? Uh, General, this is. This meeting is of the utmost urgency. The balance of power in Golgorath. Is it a casual event or for work? Oh, excellent question. My wife's friend plays the hog whistle in a quartet, and we're hearing her perform in Farragut Park. Okay, that sounds nice. So casual. But you want it to be pleasing to the eye. Very much so. I have narrowed my choices to. Let's see, this one. Or this one. Oh, wow. I mean, I like the one with the feather. The other one makes your head look big. Yeah, well, it is the size of 20 pumpkins, isn't it? Yeah. About the trial of comeback, could I see the feathered one again, but maybe tilt it slightly to one side like this? Ooh, marvelous. Yep, that's the hat well styled, sir. May I ask what you're wearing? With the hat? Oh, I was considering a blue tunic. Oh, I adore that. For you. I love that. Enough of this. What kind of warmaster are you, Sir? Hats and tunics have no place on the battlefield. This is blasphemy to the bloody art of war. If I had my say, we'd all be fighting just naked with our bare hands. Bodies glistening from sweat on the battlefield. Rolling around on top of your enemy, looking him in the eye as he struggles for life. Legs intertwined, swords banging against each other like men. Whoa. Do you need, like some music and flowers or. Giants don't go to war. And no one goes to war with giants because, well, we are giants. But your rank and title. Yeah, bit of a long running joke between my father and King Shervin. You know, it seems they were drinking grog one evening. Pardon my interruption, General. Wonderful story. Can't wait to hear the end. But in your official capacity, could you preside over a trial of combat between Captain Ganache and myself? Oh, you're gonna fight him? Oh, Gno. Certainly. Ganache. What? I propose that we each battle one of your strongest, largest men folk. And the first to make their giant yield is declared the victor. You lie. You said a trial of combat. I didn't say against each other. Ganache. The G is silent, wench. Know what Gasari and G, Be warned. Those who call me wench generally tend to also receive a good dick punch. That doesn't even work, G. Yes, it does. Ha. Sounds like a lovely two minutes of amusement. Of course. I can arrange this. Hilty, have you lost your mind? You'll be squashed like beetles. But if one of you survives, what do you desire as a prize? The Boots of Destiny. A key piece of the Dread Aegis. And do we giants have such an item? You do, sir. You're currently wearing them as earrings. Which look amazing with the hat. Fine. They shall be your prize. Wonderful. I cannot wait to kill you, Hildebrand. Could we do it at Farragut park before the concert tonight? We'll make it an event. And perhaps keep the crowd from nodding off during the Hog Whistle solo. Oh, you can call it music and mayhem in the park. Music and massacre, I think. More befitting of the circumstances. Well, that's good, too. Tonight, you two tiny people die and I keep my earrings. We'll see about that, you oversized puff. Dandy will have his prize. And I will be his champion. Hi, I'm Emily Deschanel. And I'm Carla Gallo. And we're excited to tell you about Boneheads, our new Bones Rewatch podcast. I played Dr. Temperance Brennan. And I played Daisy Wick. And we are gonna watch from the very beginning. We're gonna watch the episodes. We're gonna reminisce, we're gonna laugh, we're gonna cry. We're gonna tell behind the scenes stories. We're gonna go on tangents. A lot of tangents. So whether you're a seasoned Bones fanatic or a newcomer looking to dip your toes in to the wild world of forensic anthropology, this show is for you. Boneheads from Lemonada Media is out now, wherever you get your P.O. are you ready to dive into the ultimate pop culture showdown? Join me for Pop Culture Debate Club. I'm your host, Ronald Young, Jr. Each week, our panel of trendsetters, critics and fan favorites clash over the latest in movies, music, tv, and more. Who's right and who's just plain wrong. That's for me to decide. Check out Pop Culture Debate Club every Thursday, wherever you get your BBC podcasts, produced by Lemonada and the BBC. That evening at Farragut Park, Hildy nervously paces in front of Gerd. What was I thinking? What were you thinking? I knew I couldn't beat Captain Ganache in a fight. I mean, not even if I cheated. And I would have cheated Balthazar's breastbone. I would have cheated. Yet somehow you believe you can beat a 50 cubit tall giant in a fight. Well, frankly, since you are a half giant, I thought you might have a strategy for me. Do you have any tips or tricks on how to defeat a giant? Just the one everyone knows. Okay. Don't get in a fight with a giant. Come on, Gerd. Hey. Hey, you guys. Good news. The betting parlors gave you decent odds of winning your fight against Captain Mash. I see in your dull, dumb, dumb, doughy eyes that you want to tell me the odds, Fennec, but do not do it. I will fold you in half and sell you as a sandwich to one of those behemoths. I put my money on you, Hildy. I. I really think you can win. Well, you're a sweet drumstick of a fella, but there is no way I can beat a man the size of a mountain. Yeah, there certainly is a way. It's very sweet of you to believe in your sister, Fennec, but she is very, very small. And they are very, very, very large. Do you see how that discrepancy might be tough? It's not exactly building up my confidence. You're quite small. Hildy, may I speak with you for a moment privately, Brother to sister? Okay. Why? Well, I need to tell you a tale. What? Oh, sweet Mutton's ma. Really truly tiny people. To the arena. The trial of combat will commence. Good luck, best friend. Try not to get squished like a juicy bug. O okay, I'll try. What did you tell Hildy Fennec? I told her how something very small can do irreparable damage to a much larger man. She looks so small next to her giant. At the sound of the hog whistle, you little people can begin. And so you don't die too quickly, your giants will wait 30 seconds before they squish the life out of your tiny little bodies. The glory will be mine, Hildy of Meerville. I will gloat over your broken bloody corpse when this day is over. Good luck to you, you dirty bag of garrat. Gshit. The race has begun. Hildea's on top of his foot. She's so quick. Yeah, but Ganache is using a grappling hook and rope. He's climbing his giant's leg like a mountaineer. Oh no, she went under his pant leg. She'll get lost in there. No, no, that's a really good strategy. She needs to get just a little higher. Attention giants. You may now swat and squish your opponents. Look. Ganesh is staying in the middle of his giant's back. He's staying out of reach. Come on, Hill. Hildy, a little higher. Ganache is on his shoulder now. He's pulled out his sword. Do it, Hildy. Do it. By the gods of Golgorath, Hildy's giant has fallen and is curled up in pain. That's because Hildy shoved a sword in his pee hole. Nothing in this life hurts as much as something in your pee hole. How do you know? I'm sure you all can tell that I'm a brave and rugged guy. There's nothing in this world that brings me fear. But I'll share a tale of treachery that I barely survived. And I know you'll all be riveted to. Here I was, swimming in my favorite pond one hot and sultry day when Mother Nature called and I decided, what the hey. Submerged in that cool water, I did let my warm stream flow. Then I felt evil down below. Suddenly an agony came down upon my loins. Like a dagger wielding thief, it did set fire to my groin. It felt like 20 Porky Pines had marched into my Soul and spewed hot lava from their eyes While dancing round my pole. I tried and tried in vain to somehow stop this killer siege. I bravely smashed my manhood on a rock and gainst a tree I squeezed and pushed and struggled and it finally came out. A fiery demon springing for from my mighty spout. And then who know. I got it. Tiny fish swam up your urethra and it hurt. Yeah, but it hurt a lot. And that's why you told Hildez stab the giant in his penis. Yeah, that's right. No, it pheasant. It's a pretty good idea. Oh, thanks, girl. Poor an idiot. Oh. The winner is this incredibly small. I think it's a woman. This is an outrage. No wench can defeat me. Oh, boy. Ganache just shouted into his giant ear. He's giving away his position. The giant has him in his fist now and he's squeezing my head. Could resist your pressure, giant. I am Captain N. I didn't know a man's head could just pop off like that. I did. No, you didn't. Either way, Hildy, you did it. I did. I stabbed a giant in the dick. I have to say, it's just too much penis. I am not going to be interested in penises for a while. Oh, I understand General Penhill is sending the boots over. And also his hat looks crazy without the boots as earrings. We should be off. You can collect your winnings from the betting parlor, Vanik. Oh, that's not necessary. I actually bet on Captain Ganache. I lied to you because I thought you were going to die. On any other day, I'd smash your teeth at vennec. But frankly, I don't want to touch a man for at least a week. Maybe a month. Come on, let's get going. Ho, ho. Who are these giants? Oh, I invited a few of my cousins to join us. I hope that's okay. Yeah. Can they carry me or carry you? I was just knee deep in Dick Fennec. So. No. Knee deep. As our band of heroes celebrate their triumph against the enormous penis and the giant attached to it. Back in Urgral's fortress, a sinister energy tosses the dark lord from his throne. Great goblin sire, you were just ejected from your throne like a catapult. Or a stone from a catapult, to be more precise. Like a projectile. Yes, that's what I'm trying to say. You were ejected from your throne like a projectile. Ray tail, what was the origin of this fiendish force? It was a magical vision from a Remote land Drith. Captain Ganache has failed me. How can that be your darkness? Captain Ganache is the finest warrior in the land. What did you see? Giants, handsome boots, and Captain Ganache's head being ejected from his body like a project projectile. He can also. You just said what I said earlier. I said projectile just moments ago, and you just said projectile. Ah. Seems like it's kind of kismet or something, right? I just. I don't care. How can you not care? Because it doesn't matter. I think the truest form of friendship is when people think of the same thing at the same time. I think someone needs a snack. It's got to be me. I must set us all free. It's my destiny. My name is Hildy, and unfortunately, my name is Hill. Why, hello there. This is your pal Sarah Silverman. You know, the standup comic that's not afraid of a diarrhea joke. Oh, my God, I'm so brave. I hope you're enjoying this podcast that you're listening to. I am just dropping in here to let you know about another podcast I think you'd like, and it's called the Sarah Silverman Podcast. Each week, listeners from all over the world call in and they ask me for advice, or they talk about something going on in their life. Anything, Their silliest, grossest, deepest, darkest situations. And then I respond, whether I'm qualified to or not. Go ahead. Search for the Sarah Silverman Podcast wherever you get your podcasts. Bye. Hi, I'm Leisha Haley. And I'm Kate Manig. 20 years ago, we met playing best friends on the set of the TV show the L Word, which quickly morphed into us being actual best friends for the rest of our lives. Truly, it feels like we're an old married couple, but with fewer cats. Although we each have a number of cats in our lives, and we're pretty much inseparable and have more or less zero boundaries. Hence why we named our podcast Pants, because at this point, you can't have one leg without the other. And each week, we catch up with each other on the big and small things going on in our lives, which then leads to much oversharing and little left to the imagination. Whether it's sex or therapy or money, fears literally nothing is off the table in terms of discussion topics. 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