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 ...
97 Feed a Gremlin After Midnight | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
37 minutes
3 months ago
97 Feed a Gremlin After Midnight | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
The open road has a way of pulling profound thoughts from even the most distracted minds. Cruising down highways lined with autumn-kissed trees, this episode captures the stream-of-consciousness reflection that can only happen behind the wheel. Bobby dives deep into the peculiar hill he's willing to die on – hot coffee versus canned coffee – and why he'll defiantly order a steaming cup even in the sweltering Texas heat. The conversation shifts to life's small revelations, like his first chil...
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 ...
