Welcome to the first day of March and this month's installment of the Girlspoke Pillow Fight™. This time around we decided to take a look at some fashion offerings for the bride's maid. We realize this is not wedding season per se, but it certainly is pick the ugliest [...]

Holy crap, has it already been a month since our last pillow fight? Wow. Time flies and...watch out Jenna...so does Zoie's pillow. This time around we decided to get a bit creative. You may be looking at the pictures below wondering what kind of theme we have going here...weird [...]

This week, the beautiful Alizinha a.k.a. The Brazilian Muse, graced us with her presence to help us tackle our number one topic submitted for the Drunkcasts: anal sex. I highly doubt anyone that sent in that topic expected us to take the um, angle that we did. For this [...]

Welcome to the first Wednesday of the year and another installment of The Girlspoke Pillow Fight™. It's been a whole month and we know you've been waiting with bated breath. So sit down, relax, take off your clothes and read on. Relationships can be tricky...and no one know that better than [...]

All I have to say is: Please, slap me if you EVER hear me say dude, shut up or so hot again. and I'm not letting Meme edit these fucking things ANY MORE. That being said, here's the audio: and here's the umbrella: [...]

This week we encountered a new issue when recording the DrunkCast™: one of the parties passing out before we could actually record it. I learned three important lessons this week: a) SOMEONE needs to take some lessons in how to handle their alcohol. It's a good thing I'm moving to the [...]

Welcome to the first ever Girlspoke Pillow Fight™, where we toss the proverbial pillow at you, each other, and whomever happens to be in the way. The first Wednesday of every month we will be bringing you high quality banter while we attempt to dissect everyday images. Call it deconstructionism, [...]

With Meme visiting her Mom in California this week, the drunken conversation naturally turns to...New York. Go Figure. [...]

Yesterday was a fucking terrible day for both Meme and myself. I knew at around 2pm when the delirium of sleeping nine out of the previous seventy two hours had worn off that I was going to go home, drink at least one bottle of red wine, take some prescription [...]