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Are you new to comedy podcasts, overwhelmed by the array of options, and wondering where to begin?
Maybe youve only seen hisrevolting photosof shit and refuse on the streets of Los Angeles.
Perhaps you read a cryptic tweet about his saga of strife with anemotionallyabusivevolleyballteam.
Then, in March 2020, cameI Said No Gifts!, a weekly podcast fromExactly Right Media.
Each episode offers a new guest the opportunity to heed the titles dictum lest they incur Winegars wrath.
They discuss RVs, clam chowder, and toothpicks.
Your presence is presents enough
And I already have too much stuff!
So how do you dare disobey me?
Thompson is offended by the suggestion, as a listener since the early days of COVID lockdown in Scotland.
Have they found a vaccine in your timeline?
Winegar asks by way of apology.
Obviously yes, Thompson pips back, but only for sheep.
In fact, she owns several herself and considered gifting one of their skulls for the episode.
Instead, her husband boiled it to get the nastiness off and turned it into a lamp.
Im fully expecting him to do that to me when I drop off, Thompson jokes.
Every family should have one family members skull as a gorgeous lamp, Winegar deadpans.
We got in touch on isaidnogifts@gmail.com.
The podcast is calledI Said No Gifts!But something happened, and a gift was purchased for me.
Thompson has disobeyed his wishes, despite knowing better, and offers only a guilty Hmmm as confirmation.
Emma, he intones.
She accepts: I feel you ought no,haveto.
Winegar eats one anyway.
It makes Thompson ravenous.
Im literally salivating right now, she groans.
Wise chimes in from off-camera: Watching you consume a Snowball is the equivalent of Mum watching porn.
Then Winegar: Im going to start charging people for this.
Not content with only one gift, Thompson also gives Winegar a box of Tunnocks Teacakes.
On top of that, there is a marshmallow.
Then the entirety of those two items is enrobed in chocolate.
Winegar comes back passive-aggressively: Obviously, they have melted a little bit in the mail.
And they are alittlecrushed.
I apologize for eating in front of you, but again, this ismypodcast.
he demands, still play-acting offense.
Oh, both, Thompson says.
But what, pray tell, does she make of vacuuming?
With Winegars defenses down now, Thompson does not hesitate: Its a gift.
I have a slight obsession with vacuum cleaners.
Furthermore, she says, she keeps a militia of these industrial-strength torture implements at the ready.
When Winegar asks why, she starts screaming in afaux-triggered tone: The amount of crumbs!
By now, Thompson has Winegar, who cant stop laughing, in her palm.
Youve made history, he mutters.
No one has ever gotten three out of three here.
I was hoping to just nail you, but it didnt work out as planned.
This concession lends their battle of wits a perfectlyRocky IIIesque conclusion the drama of someone meeting their match!
but Thompson does not gloat.
It just feels terrific to connect with somebody six-to-eight hours in the future.
