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 ...
95 The Gambler's Summer | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
33 minutes
4 months ago
95 The Gambler's Summer | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Bob takes us on a wild journey through his recent gambling misadventures, road trip observations, and poignant reflections on aging in this deeply personal episode of Discombobulated. The casino has a way of making us forget everything we know about math and probability. Bob's $240 loss becomes a springboard for exploring the psychology behind gambling – the magical thinking, the superstitions, and the desperate attempts to recoup losses that only lead deeper into the hole. Despite the finan...
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 ...
