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Lauren Has Insomnia

I have insomnia, so instead of sleeping, sometimes I fixate on people I've seen throughout the day. And because I'm sleep deprived, I found my thoughts about this one guy kind of funny, so I wrote about it. It is the greatest thing you will ever read. 

Ponytail Man

There’s a man who works at the Walgreens in my neighborhood who has a little ponytail-like thing at the back of his head. It’s not a full-on ponytail. It’s not braided or anything. It’s just an extension of hair that he seems to prize.

Though I have only seen this man a couple of times, working in the Walgreens where I frequently purchase my Orbit gum and sadness candy, I am confident that I know everything about him. For you see, his little ponytail-like thing has a mouth the size of a town gossip that tells all.

From the little ponytail-like thing’s mouth, I know that Ponytail Man, also known as Francis, wakes up at 7:30AM Monday through Saturday by an alarm clock he got on sale at the very same Walgreens he is employed. Rising from his bed with a yawn and a stretch, Francis (you may know him as Ponytail Man) then walks to his bathroom to urinate into a baby turquoise painted toilet. He always sprays a tiny bit of human waste water on the back of the toilet, vowing to clean it up later, but he never does. He never does. After relieving his bladder, Francis makes a 180, turning towards his baby turquois painted sink with a rusted mirror hanging above it. Francis stares into the mirror for a total of two minutes, thinking, “Someday…someday the world in there will open up to me. Just be patient, Francis. Be patient!” Once the two minutes are up, Ponytail Man gets to grooming himself. He brushes his teeth a little too quickly and barely uses any toothpaste. I don’t know why he’s so parsimonious when it comes to toothpaste. He works at Walgreens. Toothpaste is always on sale at Walgreens. And I’m sure he gets an employee discount. Twatever. This is something the little ponytail-like thing did not explain to me. I take back what I said earlier about knowing everything about Ponytail Man. I don’t know everything, but I know enough to continue on.

Anyway, after the light teeth brushing, Francis unbuttons his blue, striped PJs and reveals his work uniform. (That’s right. He sleeps in his uniform. You may thing that’s weird, but I just think it’s strange. We’re all people, people. ) The fact that it isn’t wrinkled brings a smile to his face and tears to his eyes. It is at this point that Francis remembers to try to wear contacts. Everyday, Francis tries to wear his contacts, but he just can’t figure out how to get them into his eyes without his pee fingers touching them. So he pretends to consider putting them in for a few seconds before ultimately deciding to wear his glasses, like he does everyday.

Francis’ morning is almost over. It’s nearly time to go to work, but not before making sure his hair is coiffed to his liking. Francis spends several minutes combing his sausage-y fingers through his brown, flaky hair, paying special attention to that little ponytail-like thing. He twirls it around his sausage finger like streamers around a May Day pole. Like a stripper’s legs around a stripper pole. Like a husband’s tie around his mouthy wife’s neck. Francis treats that thing like it’s his own wheelchair-bound child. I guess that makes sense since it grew out of him…and most people see it as a handicap.

Unfortunately for Francis, that prized ponytail-like thing of his has been blabbing about his personal life to all who will listen. Like I said before the thing I said earlier, I know everything about him. For example, I know Ponytail Man’s favorite color is mustard yellow. I know he gets excited about going to work at the ‘greens. I also know he doesn’t shorten words like I just did because he has a respect for the English language and refuses to make it his own. I know Francis likes the Lord of the Rings books. Not the movies. He has never seen them and never will, though he imagines they are similar to the comic books he writes and illustrates himself. I know Francis is kind of religious. He believes in God, Heaven and Hell. He even goes to church every week and wears a special bolo tie with a T on it. He figured it was close enough to a cross when he bought it. But he never pays attention in church because he’s too busy daydreaming about monsters. “Do they live in that mirror world too?” he wonders. “Be patient, Francis. Be patient!” he often yells out loud to himself, disturbing prayers, baptisms, and that Jesus snack time.

I know Francis has a collection of combs that he uses to sift through the larger balls of dandruff in his hair. And especially to make sure his sweet, sweet little ponytail-like thing is looking neat. And by "neat" I mean the word Francis uses as opposed to "cool." I know Francis likes to come home to the motel he lives in, just blocks away from the ‘greens, and take a moment to think about why some women’s eyebrows are shaped like sperms and to reflect on what he loves most in the world- his weird little ponytail-like thing.

-Lauren

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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

By Maggie and Kristen

Twat’s the night before Christmas and all through the brothel

All the creatures were stirring, even those with Blue Waffle

All the sluts were humped with his chimney in there

With hopes that their uties would stay safe from pregnancy scares.

At the end of the day all tutes went to bed,

While circumcised peens danced in their heads.

And mamma, the boss, wore her muumuu and cap

As she slept on her chair because, for her bed, she was to fat.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

She struggled up from the BarcaLounger to see what was the matter.

Away to the window she heaved her great mass,

Tore her muumuu as she tripped on the trash.

She exposed her breast when she fell on a hoe,

Gave the bitch a black eye, and herself a stubbed toe.

When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature gay, in a sequin brassiere!

Then through the front door, so rudely and slick,

She knew in a moment, it must be Pimp Nick.

More rapid than eagles, the pimp and his flame

Pulled out their glocks, and shouted, “Your hoes are a shame!”

“Fuck, Daquisha! Fuck, Daquinca! Fuck, Prancetta and Vicky!

I got on Cometta! Tried out Cupidia! Smanged Dondrea and Brittney!”

Nick was on top of the whores, he had nailed them all!

“Ya’ll are not worth my pay! Not worth my fuckin ball!”

“You done here Momma, my dick’s leaving dry!”

Momma thought she was gone, thought she was headed for the sky.

So down to the ground she fell, the tutes got the clue.

Pimp Nick stunting hard, and his miniature gay too.

And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

Pimp Nick drew in his hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney came Santa Claus with a sack full of crown.

He helped momma from the ground, and got her on foot,

Then handed her the bag of cash, it was covered in soot.

He asked for Brittney, every year he comes back.

She knows what he likes, every part of his sack.

Pimps’ eyes—how they twinkled! He was guffawed and wary!

He couldn’t believe that these hoes were fucking Sir Merry.

He put the glock down, right on top of a hoe,

His miniature gay was as pale as the snow.

That stump of a gay clenched hard both cheeks,

Never had he seen a sight quite so chic!

The real Santa with a round little belly.

Pulled out his lube, applied that shit like jelly.

 His penis erect, the size of an elf!

It made the queer smile, the size of himself!

A spasm of the eye, a twist of his head,

And soon it was over, his desire was fed.

He spoke but one word, thanked Brit for her work.

Then filled all the stockings; and left in a twerk.

Pimp Nick was shocked; he was as red as a rose.

He knew he was wrong and told Momma so.

He left through the door, to his gay, he gave whistle,

And away they went, passing under the mistle.

Momma heard him exclaim, ere he drove his Cadillac out of sight,

“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL HOE’S GOODNIGHT!”

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY! 

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WEB SHOW!

Hello people!

Last year, Kristen, Maggie and I started an egregious web series. You should check it out! We're like an HBO show...or a BBC show...however you want to look at it. We only have five episodes per season. It's pretty ridiculous and not cohesive in the least, but that's our style, so love us.  ALSO, SEASON 2 IS ON THE RISEEEEEEE!!!! We'll have it up in time for the new year! 

Here's our Youtube channel------> this.

And this is episode one! 

-Lauren

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Dina Facklis Interview and Food Baby

If you want to hear Dina Facklis' interview, you can check it out here! It is as fantastic as the first time you listened to it, but probably a bit better because you may have missed some stuff the first time around. 

She mentions wanting to finish an album with her group, Virgin Daiquiri and almost a year later, that album is available!!! AND IT IS AWESOME!

Virgin Daiquiri's album, Food Baby, is really funny and contains great music. Listen to the album at this link: http://virgindaiquiri.bandcamp.com/album/food-baby

AND BUY IT! 

Christmas is right around the corner and you know you haven't gotten any gifts yet. This album is perfect for everyone. If you'd like, you can have it gift wrapped for a little bit extra. This is a deal and a half, people. Make like N*Sync and buy, buy, buy!

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We're getting ready for Christmas with a classic

Once again, Maggie has parodied a Christmas classic. Here is her rendition of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas"-

Have Yourself a Merry Little Dicks-mas

by Maggie McLaughlin

Oh yeah, mmm

Have Yourself a Merry Little Dicks-mas

Let your peen see gine.

From now on all condoms will be lost in time.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Dicks-mas

Even if you’re gay.

Peen and gine are not the only sex of late.

There you are sitting idly, why don’t you touch your peen

It’s there.

Faithful friends who are dear to us, should get near to us

So we can forn. (iiicccaaaaatteee)

Through the years, you may change your pubic feathers

And that’s great, it’s allowed.

Just make sure your sphincter is bleached, not brown!

And haaaave yourself a merry little Dicks-mas now!

Faithful friends who are dear to us, should get near to us

So we can forn. (iiicccaaaaatteee)

Through the years, you may cross a camel toe

Just like mistle, I’m sure.

So kiss that gine, your peen will thank you forever more!!!!!

And haaaave yourself a merry little Dicks-mas now!

Stay tuned for Maggie and Kristen's version of Twas the Night Before Christmas!

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NEW PODCAST!!!!!

What’s that? A new podcast? Yes! I told you we were back! 

Today’s podcast interview is with the great Anthony LeBlanc. Anthony is a Second City teacher, Mainstage performer, and director. He’s such a cool dude and we were incredibly lucky to interview him. 

    A few things before you guys check out this flaming ball of aural goodness, I just want to apologize for the awkward sounding introduction and the weird editing points. I had to take over the editing from Maggie and had no idea what an undertaking it would be. I give Maggie mad props for editing the other podcasts. This stuff is difficult. I’d also like to apologize for the gap of time between interviews. That is unacceptable and I hope that we can put these out a little more consistently. We’re all really sorry for the ridiculously long hiatus. Please forgive us! We need your love and support! 

OH! Also, there are about 4 minutes of silence at the end because again, I am just learning how to edit and I am not good at it yet, so take that time to enjoy the silence. Meditate. Pray to your God. Make a friend with something imaginary. 

Anyway, here is the podcast. Anthony is great. See his shows. Take his classes. You won’t regret knowing this guy. 

Enjoy!!!

-Lauren, Kristen, Maggie

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Pretend this was posted before the election

A few days before the election, Maggie wrote this awesome sketch/song and I told her I'd post it just in time for the election. Well...I failed to do that because I recently discovered The Walking Dead and my life is now in shambles. The election has come and gone, but this song remains and I think it's great. It may not be topical anymore (and that's totally my bad. I was negligent and have shamed myself for it), but it's too good fo' words. So, let's all pretend that the date is 11/3/2012 and Mitt Romney is peeing his magical mormon undergarments from excitement because he thinks he has a chance at becoming President of the United States. 

I present to you-

Republican Reproductive Rights (The Vagina Song)

By Maggie McLaughlin

Five women (soccer moms) sitting at a kitchen table discussing politics


*Lights*

  BRENDA- Can you ladies believe that Election Day is just around the corner? 
All ladies nod heads and fuss


Kathy- It’s been a whirlwind, hasn’t it! 


MARGRET- I can’t accept that it has been four years already. I sometimes think little Franklin is still wetting the bed, not a big bad fifth grader! 


BRENDA- Oh he is still wetting the bed, plenty! 


(All ladies laugh)


JOANNE- I know! It seems like just yesterday we elected that Obama-nation we call a President. 


(All ladies stop and stare at JOANNE
)

LAUREL- Wait. Joanne, you mean to tell me you are voting republican this year? 


MARGRET- Yeah, Joanne. You can’t possibly be serious about that, can you? 


JOANNE- As serious as an episode of Parenthood! And I’ll tell you why—

*Cue Music*


JOANNE- The Republican Party has gained a bunch of flack, but Romney, Ryan, King, and Murdoch have our backs! Before they came along I was out of touch. My vagina was just something I didn’t use too much. But now I know, I am fully aware! It’s no longer just a question mark with pubic hair.


MARGRET, LAUREL, BRENDA- It’s not just a question mark with pubic hair? 


JOANNE- No! It’s not just a question mark with pubic hair!


[Spoken]

MARGRET Ohhh tell us more!


BRENDA- What secrets!


JOANNE- Well…
[singing] 
It’s a magical place, it holds wisdom and power! Like, if we get raped, we still haven’t “lost our flower”. It knows when sex is the real thing, and can close up its gates if we weren’t consenting.


LAUREL- So my teen doesn’t have to be on birth control? 


JOANNE- Not unless her vagina’s a glory hole!


MARGRET- And she won’t have to worry about unwanted pregnancy?

JOANNE- Not under the watch of Ryan and Romney! 
 This GOP knows what’s right for me! And my vagina feels relieved that men can tell it what to be. That’s the wonderful thing about Republicanism, our mind is nothing compared to our magical southern prism.

[Spoken]


And of course, men. 


(All agree)


LAUREL, MARGRET- Oh, yes! Of course. 


BRENDA -So, let me get this straight. I get it; our vaginas are great. But what about abortion, and the right to choose your fate?


LAUREL- Well, that baby has rights! You should have thought to keep your gates locked tight!


BRENDA- I see. It was a gift that was made to make the rape right!


(Spoken)


LAUREL- Now you are catching on! 


MARGRET- So what about work? Where did we land on that?


LAUREL- We will take it back to better day’s, when it was silly to even propose and Equal Rights Act! 


[Resume singing] 


We can go to work at nine, and get out at quarter four. Just in time to cook and clean before your man comes through the door!

[Slowly form a chorus line for kicks and end with the splits]

ALL- Ohhh in Romney’s country my gine don't belong to meeeeeee!

  -Lights-

I hope you enjoyed that and the outcome of the election. If you didn't, you can shove your negative opinions up your b-hole. Keep it pos! That's a motto for life. It's late. I'm rambling.

G'night.

-Lauren

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Guest Post!

Our good buddy, Curtis (we won't say his last name explicitly just in case his ex googles him and sees this), wrote an epic poem about an ex girlfriend of his and we wanted to share it with you.

For those of you who give a hoot, Curtis is a freshman at NYU and a member of NYU’s improv team Dangerbox. He’s a hilarious son of gun with a talent for writing songs and poems about poop. If you’d like to learn more about Curtis, such as what’s his favorite Starbucks beverage or what’s his social security number, send us a message and we’ll make sure he receives it! Also, follow him on Twitter here! Enough of this intro garbage- without further ado, here is…

The Tale of Diarrhea Claire

by Curtis

Come gather ‘round children, and I’ll spin you a yarn

‘Bout a girl who produced more foul smells than a barn

Handmade by the Lord, to earth she was sent down

To fulfill a holy prophecy of brown

But her presence brought not the end, twasn’t the rapture

But the heart of God’s nemesis she was to capture

A bespectacled lad with unruly blonde hair

Had been doubting God, asserting he wasn’t there

To silence his doubt, drown in brown his dissent

To earth a spirit of evil God sent

He sent her to the south, birthed in Tennessee

A true southern belle, ‘til she left after week three

She voyaged to Glen Ellyn, where her victim awaited

But many years were to pass before the two dated

She waited patiently to take this boy’s life and spoil it

(Most of this waiting took place on the toilet)

Have such patience children, for ‘tis now time to share

The most woeful tale of Diarrhea Claire

  She nestled in Glen Ellyn, won the villagers’ hearts

Then retired to privacy and unleashed her sharts

For Claire’s great secret, that I shall now reveal

Was that she had mad diarrhea after every meal

Chick-fil-a and McDonald’s, they were her vice,

Though her doctors she told that she dined on white rice

But the snack that to Claire was most highly rated,

Was whatever the dicks she sucked ejaculated

She gave head in the Starbucks lot with great glee

While mother awaited her presence patiently

When the vile act was over she shared mother’s drink

But the splooj made her have sticky ‘rrhea in the sink

She bounced about friendships, went group to group

But told none the liquid nature of her poop

‘Twas in year eleven she set sights on her victim

Gave all ‘round her the illusion she’d picked’em

Yet the ultimate fate of which all were unaware

Was that this lad would bring doom to Diarrhea Claire

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I thought this was cute, so I reblogged it. 

-Lauren

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The College Complex

Hey guys! Long time, no screen to screen communication! How are you all? Great! (Disclaimer: I don't know how you responded to that, so if you said, "suicidal" or "currently being emotionally buried alive, change my response to whatever you want to hear from me.) 

With that out of the way-

As some of you may know, I am the baby of our unholy trinity here at Egregious Productions. Therefore, I have just strapped myself into that wild ride that is applying to colleges. So, I have a little story for you all:

While I was watching the season finale of Breaking Amish tonight, my mom came into the room and said, "Kristen, you need to take down your Egregious Productions info page for colleges."

Now, I was very taken aback, and, truthfully, very confused, cuz I honestly had no idea what my page even said because I haven't been on here in a hot minute. When I asked my mom why, she responded: "Kristen, you swear once, and then you proceed to say that if you could be a superhero you'd be VaginaFly!"

My mom was referring to my bio, in which I use the term, "There is nothing more magical than this little piece of shit we live on," and, when asked what superhero I would be, say, "My name would be VaginaFly! Because I’m a woman and I’d be able to fly. And people would look up and say, “Look at the cooch in the air!”"

After laughing at my wit for a good five minutes, then finding my sister to have her appreciate my sense of humor as much as I do (which she did), I began to think about the implications of what my mom said. She's worried that colleges are going to see that I know and use the word, "shit" in my everyday vocabulary, and see that I used the words, "vagina" and "cooch," and therefore not accept me on account of my vulgarity. 

Why is this so unacceptable to colleges? I'm 18 (almost) and schools are ignorant if they think that people my age don't say shit on occasion. In fact, I probably use the word more classily than most: the other day I said, "I shit you not." Classy! Also, I'm not using the world in a hateful context! I use it endearingly! But let's move on the second offense.

I am female. I have a vagina. And I would like to be able to fly. So why can't I tie the two together without being deemed crude? Well, I have one theory. Misogyny. Yes, that's right. If I were a dude, and I instead said my name would be PenisFly! and people would say, "Look at that ding-dong in the air!" we would not be having this conversation. Or, more accurately, I would not be having this conversation with my computer screen playing T-Swizzle in the background. So you know what? I'm gonna take this cooch and fly straight through the comedic glass ceiling, or my name is not VaginaFly!

But jokes aside, I'm not going to change or delete any of my answers to appeal to colleges. If they don't admit because I call myself VaginaFly occasionally, that's their call, and their call is stupid. Because even though I have a crude sense of humor, I'm still a fucking awesome person. And yes, I swear, but who cares? Everyone does, and I'm not going to change my personality for colleges. Besides, the fact that I own a forty dollar Harry Potter wand, or that I use my phone as a microphone and picture myself at Royal Albert Hall whenever I run, is a much better reason to not admit me than voicing my anatomical layout.

In short, I have a lot of quirks, yes. And I'm not for everyone. But I'm not gonna change who I am for a school, no matter how good of a school it may be. Someone will want me for who I am. Right? Eh, debatable. But if no school wants me, at least I'll know that I kept my integrity. While I slowly give up on my future and resign myself to a life of Netflix and cats.

Sincerely,

Kristen

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Just For Laughs

Hey guys! 

We have a new page on Egregious! That's right! The daily jokes have come, and they are worse than ever! 

Check out the Just For Laughs page on Egregious to maybe laugh slightly at some pretty bad jokes.

Here is our first joke Laugh of the day,

JOKE- 

Lindsay Lohan and Amanda Bynes walk into a bar. They drove home later.  

(This awful joke was brought to you by Maggie)

Photo Edited by: Maggie McLaughlin

-Egregious Productions 

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Good News, World!

Ladies and gentlemen, take the barrel of that rifle out of your mouths because life just got better! "Why did life just get better", you ask? Because....TINA FEY AND AMY POEHLER ARE HOSTING THE GOLDEN GLOBES!!!!

Enjoy the rest of your week, folks!

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"Take a Cab"

To the tune of "Let It Snow", the Christmas classic…

Take a Cab by Maggie McLaughlin

*Click HERE for instrumental* 

Oh the smell down there is frightful

And the people are far from delightful

So unless you want an STD bad

Take a cab, take a cab, take a cab!

  It doesn’t tell you where it’s stopping

So you might end up in heights, Washington

So if you want to be a college grad

Take a cab, take a cab, take a cab!

  When it’s real late at night

And you think you’ll just hop the 6 home

Well you better hold on tight

Or else your purse might get stolen

  While the people are slowly dying

And my dear, you’re still surviving

If you want to get home glad

Take a cab, take a cab, TAKE A CAB!

Take cab, y'all. The subway is determined to kill you and others.

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After that last post, I figured I should put something a little more lighthearted up. If you like Parks and Recreation, here are the bloopers from season 4! Enjoy

Also here is a turtle trying to eat a tomato, if that's what you're into, you sick freaks.

ENJOY!

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Let's Talk Movies- 'Movie 43'

Today, I came across something that will change the course of history...forever... I'm not kidding. Really.

It was the Red Ban trailer for the new film 'Movie 43'. I have to admit, I am very excited. More excited than the time I got excited last, and that time I thought I was the most excited an excited person could be. Have I said "excited" enough for you? Excited. 

Now that we have established that I am excited, we can move on to the actual movie. 

The trailer starts off with what every good movie trailer should start with. An attention grabber. A poo joke. More specifically, Anna Faris asking Chris Pratt to poop on her.

Ahh the classic proposal/poop mixup. It happens to the best of us.

"What?" says Chris Pratt

Cue drum-heavy rock music. 

Here begins the introduction to a movie we thought would only ever exist in our dreams or the mind of the crudest eight-year-old in your local elementary school (and the series of ever-necessary words that begin with "un").

UN-Expected:

Emma Stone has HPV? And she gave it to Macaulay Culkin's slightly less famous and considerably less attractive brother? 

UN-Usual:

Halle Berry blows out the candles on a blind child's cake before he has the chance. 

UN-Censored:

Comments about weird pubes, blah, blah, blah...

UN-Believable:

Here is where it gets good. 

From leprechauns tied up to chairs, to black basketball jokes, to calling the police about vaginal blood (we all have been there), this movie's star-studded cast brings it in a way no movie has ever brought it before. 

Hugh Jackman? Kate Winslet? Richard Gere? Jason Sudeikis? Naomi Watts? Gerard Butler? ALL ON THE SAME SCREEN?!

What is this movie? A work of God? No, just Elizabeth Banks. One in the same, really. 

It's offensive in all the right ways and I, for one, cannot wait to witness this shit hit the fan (or Anna Faris...  Whichever comes first). 

'Movie 43' rolls into theatres January 25, 2013

-Maggie

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We assumed this was how everyone felt while we were gone. We're back now. We're back. Stop crying. Go clean yourselves up. 

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Annnnnd We're Back!

Oof! It has been a while. We've all been busy. You've all been busy. We're a busy bunch and for that, I think we should all pat ourselves on the back. We could have been just farting into our hands and collecting fecal blow-through, but we weren't. We were doing things. Real things. Like going to college, getting jobs, and watching YouTube videos for funsies. 

Any ta-tas, we're writing to tell whoever (whomever? Someone correct this at some point) is reading this that Egregious Productions is back and slightly better than before! Mostly because we're going to be real straight with whoever (whomever? The public school system has failed us all) is reading this and tell you that we are going to update this when we can! We probably will not be consistently putting things up because we're all crazy busy. That said, we are dedicated to this and want Gary, our biggest fan, to feel catered to and loved. So Gary, I hope you forgive us for not responding to your letters. We did receive all of them. We just didn't have the time to answer. We hope you appreciate the shout-out you were just given.

Hopefully, we put the rest of the podcasts up and do more interviews in the future. The dragons really ruined things for us this summer. Whitney was not kidding when she said,  "crack is whack." She also wasn't kidding when she told Diane Sawyer that Whitney Houston will never be fat. Whitney stayed thin to the end! Speaking of Whitney (RIP), she was a big distraction this summer, along with the dragons. In the part of our office that was not destroyed by dragons, we had this video running on a loop all day, every day. It continues to inspire us. Please enjoy it and let it fill your soul like red wine in a coffee mug (someone come up with a better metaphor, please.)

To wrap up, we're back, fools!

-Lauren, Kristen, Maggie