Quit chasing that Thanksgiving Eve high from your early 20s. Save your $30 cover to the dive bar — we’re quitting the old-high-school jump scares, weird energy, and awkward tensions… lol.

I’m joined by my friend Heidi, my middle-school ride-or-die, and we’re taking a nostalgic trip back to our core Thanksgiving Eve nights when it actually felt iconic (for lack of a better word). And yes… a few names may need to be bleeped for our own sake.

Somewhere along the way, we spiral into whether bankruptcy might low-key be a life hack (God forbid), and we break down the art of dodging MLM girlies in the Facebook Messenger trenches.

A chaotic, comforting catch-up between two old gal pals.

Have a quitting story to share? Tell us what you think needs to quit — call in and leave a voicemail: 410-726-5887.

A hot PSA for all..are you still rocking that micro trend from 2017? Perhaps its time to quit the choker, girlie.

And if you burp in public? Please be serious. Quit your terrible etiquette, this is the not comedy skit you think it is.

Not my usual chatter but I dissect some Taylor Swift lyrics from the song Lover.

TBT to the glory days of Halloween..when I was 10 years old convincing my mom to let me dress up as a jail bird with a MONEY chain..or P!nk the singer. This week we take a nostalgic trip down Halloween Lane. Reliving the Walmart drama, wig glue, and nursing home that smelled like pea soup and beef tallow.

Plus, Command the Commute calls into the hotline. We have a full podcast cross over people! They share about everything that needs to quit at a football game. @commandthecommute

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