Ever had a week where your nose, wallet, and patience all tapped out at once? That’s where we start—sinus pressure, neon boogers, and a confession that sometimes the only thing standing between you and a breakdown is a dumb joke that lands just right. From there, we spiral into money stress, tax avoidance fantasies, and the rude awakening of tracking protein like it’s a second job. Four hard-boiled eggs, a shake, a slab of beef, and still barely hitting the number—because apparently survival ...
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Ever had a week where your nose, wallet, and patience all tapped out at once? That’s where we start—sinus pressure, neon boogers, and a confession that sometimes the only thing standing between you and a breakdown is a dumb joke that lands just right. From there, we spiral into money stress, tax avoidance fantasies, and the rude awakening of tracking protein like it’s a second job. Four hard-boiled eggs, a shake, a slab of beef, and still barely hitting the number—because apparently survival ...
102 A Million Pavilions | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
29 minutes
1 month ago
102 A Million Pavilions | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
The day starts under a gray sky and a loud pavilion, and somehow that flimsy roof becomes a philosophy. We kick off by turning “you can’t corner me, I’m in a pavilion” into a whole worldview about space, safety, and the strange etiquette of public shelters. From there, the story jumps to Peoria’s Jukebox Comedy Club, where a broken chair and a grumpy Richard Pryor portrait spark a set built on pure presence. It’s a reminder that the best bits often arrive when you stop trying to force them an...
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Ever had a week where your nose, wallet, and patience all tapped out at once? That’s where we start—sinus pressure, neon boogers, and a confession that sometimes the only thing standing between you and a breakdown is a dumb joke that lands just right. From there, we spiral into money stress, tax avoidance fantasies, and the rude awakening of tracking protein like it’s a second job. Four hard-boiled eggs, a shake, a slab of beef, and still barely hitting the number—because apparently survival ...
