Hello everyone! This podcast is going to be quite the doozy. I haven't slept in a week

and I'm still coughing, sneezing and not shitting from Coachella, which I immediately

followed by a quick Vegas trip to see Britney Bitch, aka the Holy Spirit, which was amazing.

Now the only thing that's keeping me alive and with somewhat regulated serotonin levels

is today's co-host. If your religion is reality television, you may know her from her untouchable

real housewife impressions. Today we have someone who is not related to me, which is so exciting.

Please welcome Amy Phillips. Hello.

Hi Amy, I'm so happy you're here.

I'm sorry to tell you this, but I just traced my genealogy and we are extremely distant relatives.

I apologize so. We're totally oh fuck.

Kind of messes things up. I've only had like first-year relatives. So you did a good step up.

Great. Still a step up. I'm excited to be here.

Not to sound like an asshole, even though I am kind of an asshole. I don't think a lot of people

are really funny. Not laugh out loud funny or I shouldn't say that. I don't think a lot of people

are intentionally funny and I think you are so fucking funny. Oh my god. Thank you. You're welcome.

Thank you. That's a very that's a high compliment. I really mean it sincerely. I don't bring people

on here and then just blow smoke up the asses. I'm sorry. You don't have that reputation.

So I take it to heart. I really do. I definitely don't have that reputation. It's called a bitch Bible.

Exactly. You're not lying to me. No, not nice Nancy. Besides doing your dead-on impressions of

almost every single housewife and Rachel Zo. Right. Which was your is that your first? That was my first.

She was my gateway drug to the real housewives. Yeah. Oh my god. That's an amazing gateway drug.

It was incredible. She was a man. It was a man. I die. I die. You also have very funny

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