Annalie

Cannot begin to explain how this improved my life.

Revisado: 11-01-21

If you could look into my eyes while I listen to the F**kface podcast, you'd see an endless field of boners.

I just started my welding career a few months ago (yes, I wear a welding hat) that gives the opportunity to listen to any audio source--books, music, and of course podcasts. I chose a couple different RT stuff to listen to, F**kface being one of them. I quickly eliminated the other options in favor of this podcast, which I have begun binge-listening for the last week in a half. I'm not sure how 70+ episodes of comedic cacophonous chaos flew under my radar for so long. I don't have that many opportunities to listen at home so I'm excited to go to work and fire this shit up all day.

This podcast more or less makes me feel good inside. It makes me happy that Geoff self-proclaimed to have a "semi-decent life" despite all of the figurative and literal shit he has had to deal with. I've not got any major (compared to Geoff's) shit do deal with so I'm doing alright. I will say, though, that Geoff's laughter is so contagious my coworkers think I'm just high all the fucking time because I'm always smiling and laughing to myself. Only been with my company for 4 months and I've been drug tested three times.

This podcast has made me realize a lot of things and changed my life in several ways:

I feel vindicated in that the way I cook ramen isn't mostly batshit insane. Sure, it's not done in a Keurig or $48,000 kettle, but I'll just say the heating element in my dishwasher's broken. At least my bowl's still intact, so there's that going for me.

A lot of dumb shit Andrew does I call "fucking stupid" even though I'm guilty of way too much of the same shit. I'm just glad someone's down here wallowing in the mire with me.

Over the course of my first and second listen-through, I'd confidently say that Eric could absolutely be the next Michael in Rage Quit. Eric should knock off a chunk of Michael's steez and capitalize on that shit. Very 'matter of fact' kind of guy. I feel like he could speak angry German pretty well. Hard consonants, guy. Hard.

I didn't know that I needed a baseball bat knob. Not just any knob, but one that has been languished over. The value is in the suffering and exquisite pain and inexpressible horror. The task should be weighted immensely with stress and dreaded to such a degree that you have no desire to control the torrent of diarrhea issuing forth from out of your 46-year-old anus.

The majority of bits in my phone are dedicated to fart recordings. Haven't shat my pants yet, but since Geoff's my fart inspiration I'll just say that imitation is the highest form of flatulence.

My daughter thinks she has 2 dads and 2 weird uncles.

The fucking F**kface logo is burned into my phone screen. The RT app doesn't let me listen with the screen off but if there's any logo I'd *want* burned into the screen, you better fucking believe it's this one.

Haven't been keeping count of how much f**kfaces I've seen and suffered in day-to-day life. Keeping count seems like a f**kface on its own. But hey, it helps me count my blessings a lot more often.

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