I talk myself back into comedy in real-time, after ranting about authenticity, then end the podcast with an Ai song. Ironic. Basically.

Sad news and an angry podcast. Sorry. Basically.

Oh, so you're sick of me complaining about comedy? Well, how about I complain about the corporate world instead? Essentially.

A full rundown of the gig I wanted to go well not going well. Of course it didn't go well. Of course. Basically.

Sorry, more about ADHD, but this time, I read out some texts, if that makes it any better? No? Ok. Basically.

Some stuff about gigs and a rant (I can't believe it) about the idiom he died doing what he loved. Is that an idiom? I have no idea. I'm stupid and I'm not looking it up. Basically.

I said I was going to delete this episode, and you know what? I didn't. I'm mad like that. Mostly.

Corporate woes got me wondering if I can sell my body online. We all know I can't. Basically.

Here's a six year review of my so-called comedy career. Essentially.

I read out some comedy ideas and call you an idiot. Bascially.