One Small Thing

Seat warmers and chivalry

Bulletproof coffee, picture day, and words of approval.

Bare feet and nose hair, cuz I'm pack at it.

Journals of Cleansing

Flirtations and then I confess to podcasting.

My children drive me nuts. No big deal.

Sweet Escape

Sports and my wife's face.

It was a busy morning and then there was music.

I have no wifi, I eat a treat and I comfort my son.

I'm doing this silly thing, again.

My Halloween costume, my baby, my anxiety.

My baby does something cute, I get sad and I don't get listeners.

I wear sunglasses, we dance, my wife knows things about guns.

I take my pants off and talk about the end of civilization.

Wedding receptions, shower abilities and beard oppression.

I complain, I talk about my phone service and I talk about Oreos.

There's a fire drill. I tell you what happens when you eat 10lbs of oranges and the 7 things all men need.

I can do tricks. I also talk about fashion and my past.

Thoughts that occur at the urinal. Then something on pound cake. No relation between those two bits.

I talk autocorrect, guns and shampoo. You know, the important stuff.

I'm tired, I almost make a sex joke and admit that this isn't a real podcast.

I jam out, I give a recipe for anarchy and get reflective.

My son has a cool shirt and I wear male lingerie, I guess.

I confess shameful secrets. Shameful.

I comment on the Divine Sport, drink coffee and pray that my wife isn't fighting munchkins.

I join the protest movement and say who my celebrity Bible reader would be.

Live Elephants • Biscuit • Fashion