Sarah Sherman—aka "Sarah Squirm"—joins the chaos, comparing herself to a "summer’s day" before spiraling into fentanyl lollipops for terminal patients ("eyes going X") and Trazodone-induced NyQuil stupidity. Mocking her own mispronounced name, she frames her endless tour as a "perpetual state of mind," blending surreal humor with dark medical tangents while the hosts dismiss Max Reed with a gong joke. The segment collapses logic into absurdist wordplay, leaving listeners questioning reality—or just the meds. [Automatically generated summary]
One looks forward to it through the cold months of winter.
Sunny, indisposition, and her smile.
I love that this is going into the 1970s style, like British, like s song, sing-song song.
Do you know what I'm talking about?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sunny, industition.
Yes.
And smile.
Yes.
The zombies over here.
Look kind of like little Lord Fauntleroy.
Muggy?
No.
She is as well.
No, okay, I'll take that.
retracted sometimes dark and stormy such as the previous eve when it was it was crazy It was crazy last night.
And what else is perchance in A Summer's Day?
I don't know.
Help me out here.
How else are you like a summer's day?
In every way.
She is like a summer's day in every way.
And it is so wonderful to be here with you on this beautiful, bright, hot, sunny.
And I must say, not muggy day.
That was nice.
Yeah, give it a hit.
It's a gong.
Feels good, doesn't it?
Feels really good.
See, you let that one, you let the sustain go.
Who was it that held it?
Max Reed.
Max Reed held the sustain.
He killed the sustain.
Yeah.
It's never coming back.
Never going back.
Never inviting him back.
Exactly.
Exactly.
Are we going?
Yeah, we're going.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to True and On.
have with us here today it is our pleasure to introduce america's foremost white comedian she is caucasian white and a woman and her name is shara sarah shara God, I'm so fucking stupid.
Sarah Sherman, Sarah Squirm, welcome to the show.
You know, I see Brace probably almost every single day of my life.
So you would think he would maybe get my name right.
He can't remember anything.
I can't.
Well, no, I told her.
I want to say this.
I want to say this to both of you right now.
I could not sleep last night.
I have had a lot of trouble sleeping.
And so I took a heroic dose of Trazodone.
Are you still on it?
Yes.
And so like, what it does is it makes you stupid for most of the next day.
And so I took it at like three in the fucking morning.
So I'm like, and I drank NyQuil.
I guess this is a cursing podcast.
Yes.
Cursed podcast.
Cursed podcast.
Well, if you fall asleep, this is what I'm going to say right now, Brace.
I'm going to let you sleep, let your little sleepy head lie, and Sarah and I can talk girl stuff, which is totally fine.
We have had a lot to talk about already today.
Sorry.
I nodded out for a second.
I'm also on a little bit of fentanyl, but it's because of the pain.
Yeah, You know, the first top-off, little cherry on top.
Because, Sarah, you told me you do fentanyl, right?
What is these lollipops everyone's talking about?
They used to be, I will, I don't know if everyone's talking about them, but they used to just get, so fentanyl is like the strongest one.
Right.
And so they used to just give it to you if you were dying of cancer.
It was for literally terminal cancer basically.
My grandmother had it in hospice.
And so the only people that would ever do fentanyl is people who would steal drugs from their dying grandma or whatever.
Right.
And it mostly came in the form of lollipops.
That is my question.
What?
Because you know what I'm picturing.
Shirley Temple style.
They go lollipop.
That's not what it is.
And then your eyes go X, like the poison.
And you just like, ooh.
And your face just actually turns into a skeleton.
And they go like your eyes go casino mode.
Ring, Cherry, cherry, cherry, X.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
That's when you know it's over.
Let's just actually get this out of the way first.