Podcasts Are My Radio

Okay, your boy needs some advice.

When I was younger, there was a radio show that I used to listen to that gave me some humor in a shallow and in genuine world. It was crude, it was crass, and it was a heck of a lot of fun to listen to.

That show’s name was The Don & Mike Show. Those of my age, 45 or so, may remember it as it was nationally syndicated. I loved it not because it had sexual themes and cruse humor, but rather it was our ability to follow the regular lives of two guys as they brought silliness to mundane events.

Today, podcasts are the thing. And I’ve been searching for a similar show to listen to, but I can’t seem to find one.

This is where you all come in. I need some suggestions for shows like D&M. I’m sure you’ve come across something in all your collective podcast voyages.

So, ‘lil help?

Learning to Live

When you think about it, there is ample argument for men and women to get together only for procreation. I was married for twelve years and now, as a divorced and now single 45 year old dude, I don’t see how it lasted even that long.

Now that I’m single, I just can’t envision giving up the freedom to which I’ve been accustomed. Sure, I do stupid things like believing the microwave can make a makeshift refrigerator simply because it’s not exposed to the outside air (Spoiler Alert: didn’t work out so well), and not knowing the proper hour to go to bed (is there one?), but I’ve survived.

The bright sides seem to far outweigh the bad. I am able to spend way too much money on my toys (looking at you, you sexy PS5), eating whatever the heck I want, and sleeping whenever I want to sleep.

Living in an apartment gets rid of all those pesky homeowner stuff I had to do so I have little to know responsibility, which works out nicely as little to none is exactly the level of responsibility for which I’m capable.

Despite this, why do I keep looking for a good woman to save me from myself? Sex? Sure, but that’s too simple an answer. Maybe its because I need someone to tell me when my jokes aren’t funny or it wasn’t really the dog that farted when we all know damn well no level of canine cuisine could have created that caustic odor that is now setting off the carbon monoxide detector, the radon detector, the smoke alarm, and the dead parakeet in the corner beginning to show signs of Riga Mortis.

What do you guys think?

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