This week, Coleman and Patrick have fortified their minds and bodies with a new beverage, much in the way they do before attending a concert. Summer is coming, and live music is on the mind. Kacey Musgraves? Casey Wilson. Line buddies are not something we want or need. Core power high protein elite strawberry. Hold my Hydroboost? Hold the album! Canadian indie babies. The worst place to see a concert in New York. Do concerts for queer artists really smell, or is the popular online narrative a hoax? Celebrate the mystery of yourself by going to a concert alone. Two gay guys swinging on each other at a Marina concert. All live music performances demand a visual element. Bobbed up! 2014 never left. One ramp. Public urination is not illegal in lawless Williamsburg. Major, undying concert regrets that will be taken to the grave. We DON’T need to be talking about a pop star tour every! single! day! Taylor Swift, the tenet of capitalism.

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In their 10th(!) episode, Coleman and Patrick are emotionally recovering from a recent house party—perfect time to assess and dispute the five Love Languages (which somehow do not include "sweet treats.") Do you think it’s possible to say I love you too much? Greed is not a form of love, they threw Gifts in there just to round it out to a solid five. Giving a plumber a plunger. Emotional scorecards and the pivot to clarified butter. Everyone should be reminded of their best physical features. Lying canvassers are evil little demons. My gift to you is to touch me. The loneliness from the loss of quality time can be deafeningly loud. Axe Body Spray gaslighting. I’d rather die than take a ceramics class. Ever heard of an open channel of communication? We will be the first podcast to be pitched on Shark Tank.

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In what many are calling "the silliest podcast episode of April 19, 2024," the boys are diving deep into the idea of luxury. Who has it, who needs it, who wants it? But first: Patrick presents Coleman with a luxurious surprise gift. The golden throne only stays golden for so long. Nothing is timeless because everything has a time. You're a jester with your Louis Vuitton suitcase. Buy an apple for a hot stranger with cold, hard cash. Even whispers are whispered in a language. Outsmarting Big Venmo. I wasn't riche, I was a little nouveau. Not everyone looks good in a wedding dress. It costs $30 a day to live. The ultimate luxury is waking up without a hangover.

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Fresh from a theatrical viewing of Interstellar, the boys are now gays in STEM (Summer is Time for Everything that Matters). Patrick has a theory that all summers are connected, which sparks conversation about the summer before college, aka the summer before they met, aka summer 2013. It was the best summer of Coleman's life, but Patrick is uncovering bleak, forgotten horrors. Dump your high school relationship. Office admin breasts caressing the keyboards. My sister got money from a class-action lawsuit. Do you really think olive is a good color on you? I owned the world. Buy Liberation by Christina Aguilera on iTunes.

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After a week off, the boys are back with a playful step into the realm of tech (aka taking every dating app’s favorite personality quiz, Myers-Briggs, to hold each other accountable when they lie and be generally nosy). Patrick is getting into holistic bath culture to unclench, while Coleman is half-dead from five restless days at SXSW. Are you experiencing empathy in this Sweetgreen? Marisa Abela and the wig that launched a thousand ships. Party friends. Why wouldn't things take a turn for the worse? You cry at the drop of a hat. That's an emotional response right there, bitch!

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The boys are in sleepover mode. Fitting, as they're diving into the horrific, hilarious trauma of their first New York apartment, which they shared as quickly fracturing boyfriends. Coleman hypnotizes Patrick with his baby blues. Chilling taxi rides portend the dark ages of 2014 to 2015. Parents do know best. Air conditioning is a privilege, not a right—how sick. Fat chocolate boys expose fake Francophiles. Mouthy gouda and a sweetness that comes from the corn. We broke up twice! We had sex! We'd always like each other? What a prophecy. Plus: A wild set of apologies that reveal long-buried memories of corn, rice, and Lime-A-Ritas.

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In the first episode recorded after they launched the podcast, Coleman and Patrick bark into the cave of perception. Why does a notoriously private person feel called to document a rekindling? The politics of posting, for one. To keep a record of an incomparably close relationship, for another. First-time, candid discussion of the reunion. Is it safe to want a consuming, mutual significance? Coleman encourages Patrick's pursuit of the occult for his short-term memory problems. Bench is nice place for a panic attack. A tangible lack of a missing person—every day for seven years—dissolves, now sitting five feet away, in front of a mic.

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