A neon-lit podcast studio with a tufted velvet wall, gold and silver play-button plaques, and a candle shelf. Bree, Kiki, and Molly sit at a curved velvet desk in headphones, with microphones on boom arms, two laptops, an iPad, and a martini each.
A podcast from three best friends who probably shouldn't have microphones. Episode 1 is on the way.
Three girls. Three lives. One shared problem: we genuinely do not know when to shut up.
And apparently, now we're making that everyone else's problem.
Three completely different personalities, lifestyles, and perspectives, but somehow the exact same sense of humor.
One of us is taken. Two of us are very much not. Guess which.
Appletini, olive in
Ok so. Don't react until I finish.
Cosmo, cherry on top
I'm not saying it on the mic. (I'm saying it on the mic.)
Blue martini, extra blueberries
Unpopular take incoming. Hold my drink.
Your guess stays on your phone. We'll never see it.
The podcast started as a joke.
Whenever the three of us get together, all we do is talk, laugh, tell ridiculous stories, and end up having conversations that probably should've stayed in the group chat.
Then one of us said it. Everyone agreed, and somehow a joke turned into an actual plan.
We're not trying to get canceled before episode five.
Some episodes will be hilarious and completely chaotic. Others might get a little deeper, more personal, or surprisingly relatable. That's how our conversations work in real life.
We're setting up the mics and arguing about the title. Leave your email and we'll tell you the second it's out.
Coming to
The title is still under heated debate.
Stories, questions, confessions, the thing you can't tell anyone else. Tell the girls and it might end up on the show.
No names. No screenshots.
We never ask who you are. You show up as Unknown, unless you sign it with a fake name.
the girls
You're Unknown here
