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What happens when you order a burger plain and, for some reason, get a boatload of mustard on it? Find out.
Also, I like when it gets dark early! Why? Because I'm retired! Also, Goose Gossage.
Talking about my eye surgery! I can SEE! Plus thinking back on my 70s classmates that suffered
from "lazy eye." What happened to that whole thing? Tons of premium content. Enjoy!
Welcome new patron Gray Moosavi! He knows premium content.
Today's episode is brought to you by standing at work for 7 hours. That's no bueno.
Keep listening for more details!
Evil Mopac shares my DM on Twitter about lazy Westlake people and their propensity to waste money on doing
things they are too lazy to do themselves.
Buying Jeans online seems like an impossibility and much more! Yes, I really did pee in a cup! And handed a warm, frothy
cup of Urine to a hot chick nurse.
I, because of by generous nature, donated to a GoFundMe campaign that I instantly regretted. My punishment
for being so nice!
An English teacher scam and...Job Hunting with The Flan!
So much premium content...free of charge. Of course, feel free to become a sponsor and get a weekly shoutout!
Today's episode talks about a special form of doofus that paints his car camo. Also, do I need a job? Listen to a strange
but true recent job interview I just experienced. Fantasy Football is fucking stupid and much more!!
It's hard to get good help...especially at TruGreen apparently. Oddly, I wasn't Mad OR Irritated by him. I was simply mystified.
Also: Now That's What I Call Music (A compilation music CD) is up to...listen to find out the number.NO Spoilers!
A Home for Harry Styles is bittersweet.
My adventure to get a cookie at Crumbl. Also, Jackets...TV shows that include Texting...and Plaster Casts!!
Hop on board and enjoy the bellyaching! Cheers!
So much is going down. I can dig it, but I'm maybe not hip to the scene, man.
Today is premium content galore. Trauma at a urinal. Old people's sexual adventures and more.
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