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 ...
103 Rocks Don't Float: Cactus Tate Returns | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
52 minutes
1 month ago
103 Rocks Don't Float: Cactus Tate Returns | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
The day starts with fart etiquette and donuts and somehow ends with a heartfelt riff on friendship, parenting, and the strange rules of public bathrooms. That’s tour life: messy, loud, and full of tiny moments that turn into the stories we repeat for years. With our favorite chaos magnet Cactus Tate back on the mic, we stumble through airport bathroom mix-ups, “rocks don’t float” river logic, and the unflinching honesty that only comes from living shoulder to shoulder on the road. We go ther...
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 ...
