Thoughts that occur at the urinal. Then something on pound cake. No relation between those two bits.

I talk autocorrect, guns and shampoo. You know, the important stuff.

I'm tired, I almost make a sex joke and admit that this isn't a real podcast.

I jam out, I give a recipe for anarchy and get reflective.

My son has a cool shirt and I wear male lingerie, I guess.

I confess shameful secrets. Shameful.

I comment on the Divine Sport, drink coffee and pray that my wife isn't fighting munchkins.

I join the protest movement and say who my celebrity Bible reader would be.

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