Better Late Than Never.

You know what I'm talking about, plus new trash TV.

I kick off 2021 by shit talking the concept of gluten-free and roll my eyes at doing away with sex on birth certificates.

I talk Trump's impact, Nate Robison's betrayal of Black Twitter, and tokenism in major college football.

I return, under what feel like a perpetual cold, to talk about things that have already been talked about up to this point. Listen anyway

I give my worthless opinion on the 2020 election and react to The Bachelorette... that my wife forces me to watch.

This week I talk about firing a shotgun for the first time ever, having a life too big for a station wagon, and California's further descent into retardation. I thought I would keep this under 20 minutes but I seemingly couldn't STFU.

I drone on about what not to do at the carwash, how to solve male cancers, and the new life hack for finding good Chinese food.

I soberly talk about the first presidential debate, Trump's taxes, and more bad television. Even I don't like hearing myself when I'm sober, good luck.

I rant about Chinese food, fat shaming, and asian racial slurs

I ramble incoherently about gender reveal parties, over-priced gym clothes, the stupid people behind social unrest, and I keep shitting on the WNBA