If you can't see all my squishy, delicious guts then do they really exist? How am I digesting food? HOW AM I BREATHING!?

A new episode is up and kicking! When life gives you Lemon...well, eat it and talk about it with friends. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/d...

They have so much potential inside that little skeleton-bag, and yet here we are with only one flavor per purchase. Brutal.

We're close to David's birthday! Or at least we were when we recorded. But that doesn't matter to you, so celebrate!!!

David is out. Now it's Max and Will and lemon against the world.

Nobody on this podcast ingests cleaning products, but if food tasted like they smelled, we'd be having a different conversation.

It's not every day you invent a new Peabody and Sherman episode, but we've done it. Rocky and Bullwinkle will call any minute.

Experts argue about the proper way to eat a lemon, but we're pretty sure it's just slurping chunks off a dirty sidewalk. Pretty sure...

We do many things like they're going out of style. We are also out of style, so maybe everything we do is like it's going out of style?

Today we learn something about David that may change how we see him for all time. There's no going back.

Today we learn something about David that may change how we see him for all time. There's no going back.

How many graham cracker puns can David and Max fit into 30 seconds? More than you'd think, and a lot more than you'd want.

The invention of the s'more may have its roots in old-timey villainous con men. Or maybe not. But we hope it does.

Every marshmallow is infused with a sprinkling of mallow-dust, which is made by fairies who break into laboratories and jam the dust into all the shmallows.

My childhood was so blue. The sky, the ground, the fire, the furniture...all blue. And Grampi had that big logo he hung up every year.

If you're eating a S'mOreo you're economically in pretty good shape, at least according to Nabisco and their marketing department.

We want our ideas jammed into our mouths as quickly as is humanly (or mole-personly) possible. NOM NOM NOM!

Get me Oscar Isaac, Jacob Elordi, and Marty Feldman because we've got a whole new Frankenstein on our hands!

Once again we discuss how much grease really belongs in a cookie, and Max shows his obvious control of Italian dialects.

Al Gore said it was the internet, but we know better. It's really the easiest way to shoot cookies around the globe.

Hang taste-master, sell, you can't! Old flavor! Madness! Insanity!!!

Sometimes you just can't trust technology to do the job right. You can, however, always trust it to be funny when it screws up.

If we can get Timothee Chalamet to come back I think there's a future in our single cookie movie.

Max and David sniff the box. Nobody tastes the box. Get your mind out of the gutter!

It's time for new pods. Only issue is we have no good ideas. Luckily David has...Mouth Problems. Coming soon!

Bring me my shovel, a camera, and a modem! The world must see me waste my one go at speaking with the dead!

Johnny Walker Blue Label and Malibu Coconut Rum are not the same thing. And yet, they came from the same twisted mind.

Tom Jago's resume is nuts: ended the war, invented helicopters, Irish Creme, Malibu Rum, and a one-man Nabasement. Wow!

We're so blown away by how many flavor pioneers come from England! So blown away, in fact, that we temporarily lose our ability to speak.

Max and David are once schooled in history by the ever-erudite Producer Will. Turns out Irish Creme was British, and invented by some guy named Tom.

Or C.R.E.M.E. Pretty sure Wu-Tang didn't have anything in there about ghosts or wizads, but maybe that's all subtext.

Never cross a wizard, because they'll do things to you that you can't imagine. Confectionary things!

It should be noted that Max has basically no short term memory anymore. Science can't explain it, and he'd check it out, but he always forgets.

The question we didn't ask is whether anyone tasted the Bog Man. And now it's all we think about.

This episode was recorded before K-Pop Demon Hunters came out, so clearly we inspired the song...or at least Oreos did.

There is an ancient story, passed down from generation to generation, and it's mostly about artificial flavors.

Look, time doesn't mean much to us. All that matters is that we're eating these Oreos and we're not dead.

We're trying to make out with the world, here, all at once! Come, tie your tongues with ours and rejoice!

Breaking through the Ricketts-layer is harder said than done, but on the other side is something revelatory.

Her work has been put into museums, confectionaries, and ice cream parlors around the world.

Look, if the Ricketts estate wants to come for us all they'll find is a lot of empty skeleton-bags of Oreos.

Who the hell is Marilyn Ricketts, and who the hell does she think she is!?

Will wants to know when mint chip ice cream was invented. We obviously know.

We're back, and stuffier than ever! Wipe your ass, and clean your ears because it's go go go from here!

Thank you all, listeners, for a lovely inaugural season. This has been a joy, sometimes a painful joy, but a joy nonetheless. Season 2 is coming. Worry not!

Finally, we got our hands on SOCK, and let me tell you something: it tastes exactly like you think.

We apologize to Producer Will for everything we put him through, but this time he earned it. Drag his ass!

Max is the saucy minx who's been handing them around at the office Christmas party. Of course that party is just Max, David, and Will.

Look, Max may be obsessed with one corporation, but two!? That's just INSANE!

Get a waft and lose your mind because this time THEY NAILED IT, BABY!!!