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 ...
90 Gas Station Art | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
30 minutes
6 months ago
90 Gas Station Art | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Ever caught yourself nodding politely while your Uber driver shares their life story at 3 AM? Or perhaps you've been that driver, watching a clearly intoxicated passenger try to maintain a conversation? This episode dives headfirst into the bizarre social ecosystem of rideshare culture from both sides of the app. Between announcing a packed summer tour schedule (come see me in Seattle, Portland, Oklahoma City, Philadelphia, and my Canadian debut in Edmonton!), I'm unpacking the strange intim...
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 ...
