Seat warmers and chivalry

Bulletproof coffee, picture day, and words of approval.

Bare feet and nose hair, cuz I'm pack at it.

Journals of Cleansing

Flirtations and then I confess to podcasting.

My children drive me nuts. No big deal.

Sweet Escape

Sports and my wife's face.

It was a busy morning and then there was music.

I have no wifi, I eat a treat and I comfort my son.

I'm doing this silly thing, again.

My Halloween costume, my baby, my anxiety.

My baby does something cute, I get sad and I don't get listeners.

I wear sunglasses, we dance, my wife knows things about guns.

I take my pants off and talk about the end of civilization.

Wedding receptions, shower abilities and beard oppression.

I complain, I talk about my phone service and I talk about Oreos.

There's a fire drill. I tell you what happens when you eat 10lbs of oranges and the 7 things all men need.

I can do tricks. I also talk about fashion and my past.

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.

Live Elephants • Biscuit • Fashion