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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.

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Apparently, Real Men Don't Use Paragraphs

Well, I'll be damned. Found out this week I'm apparently not a real person. And here I was thinking I was doing a pretty good job of being one. Had a woman wander onto my Facebook page the other day. Sunday morning, I believe it was. I'd posted a…

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How the Hell Did I End Up Selling Scentsy?

I build decks. That's what I do. I work with lumber, concrete, screws, nails, and whatever other shit somebody needs put together or torn apart. Most days I come home smelling like sawdust, sweat, and whatever I stepped in on the job site.

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The Door She Left Unlocked

I lost somebody today. Her name was Gwen. Most of y'all won't know who she was. She wasn't famous. Didn't have a bunch of money. Didn't do anything that would've gotten her name in the newspaper.

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I Believe in God. Not Sure He Approves of Everything I Do.

I believe in God. Figured I'd get that out of the way before somebody asks how a man who sells his dirty underwear on the internet can believe in the Lord. I don't know. I just do.