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Joe Durst

Joe Durst

Joe Durst is a Tennessee contractor, father, writer, and a man with more opinions than good sense. He writes about life, work, raising a teenager, and whatever else pisses him off. He doesn't sugarcoat a damn thing.

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Apparently Y'all Have Questions About My Drawers

Well I reckon we're talking about my underwear again. Never thought that'd become a regular subject around here. But then again I never thought I'd be selling the damn things either.

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Why Don't You Date?

Because I don't want to. That's really the answer. I don't know why people have such a hard damn time with it. I'm single. I don't date. So apparently there must be something wrong.

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My Reply to Sandra

Well, Sandra. You got me thinking today. I've got this book out now called THIS IS ME. I posted a little video about it. Nothing fancy. Just letting folks know it's there if they want to read it.

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Well, Apparently I Wrote a Damn Book

Well apparently I wrote a damn book. I don't know what else to call it. It's 77 pages long, it's got a cover, there's a beginning and an end, and I'm charging $9.99 for the damn thing. So I guess that makes it a book.

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I Was Just Trying to Take A Piss

I had to make an emergency trip to Walmart last night for underwear. Yeah. Emergency underwear. That's apparently a thing in my life now. I've sold so many pairs of my damn drawers lately that I looked in the dresser last night and realized I…

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I'm Still Trying to Figure This Shit Out

If you're reading this, it's probably because you enjoy my blog. Some of you probably don't even know much about the social media side of all this. I don't talk about it much over here.

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I Ain't Everybody's Cup of Coffee

I ain't everybody's cup of coffee. Hell, some mornings I ain't even my own. I've been thinking about that lately. Seems like the older I get, the more I realize people have a pretty good idea of who they think you oughta be.