The Nat and Drew Show Podcast

Producer Joey drops by for Nat's last week armed with gifts, stories, and his unmistakable laugh.
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Nat correctly guesses the celebrity behind a mystery interview clip but the conversation itself is anything but normal.
After being dubbed an old grumpy man by his daughter, Drew learns things could be much worse.

Young Vik returns to the show to say goodbye to Nat and reminisce about showing up late, skin care routines, and the Maple Leafs.
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It's another round of Would You Rather Wednesday, and Erin confesses to stealing from the office despite overwhelming opposition from the polls.
Nat puts her memory to the test to guess the famous Vancouverite behind a mystery interview clip.

Sammi has been campaigning for this moment for years: a tarot reading for Nat. Now that Nat has finally agreed, the cards are on the table. Will her future be full of sunshine and success or should she be wary of what's next?
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Nat tries to remember which celebrity she once told to "enjoy your monkey teeth."
We play Ask Nat Anything! Listeners have submitted their burning questions, and Nat is finally answering them.

Nine years after producing the show, Scooter returns just in time for Nat's final week, taking a trip down memory lane and sharing stories from behind the scenes.
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Nat has some unexpected concerns about neighborhood lemonade stands.
Drew digs into the archives and puts Nat to the test with a rewind clip featuring a soap opera star— can she guess who it is?

The new Oakridge Park Mall is open and on opening day it didn't take long for Drew to find the guy we see in every mall: the dude who's fast asleep on a bench waiting for his wife to finish shopping. Kudos to that guy for being able to fall asleep in the middle of a crazy busy mall on it's opening day. What unusual place did you fall asleep?
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experts share tips on how to cut costs on your wedding day
what do you consider a sign that you've really made it in life?
more rumours about who will be at Taylor & Travis' wedding