Max Bob

@weezbo.bsky.social

Sometimes I’m very smart. Sometimes I spend a full thirty seconds looking for a leak I can hear in the bathroom shower after I hung my swim trunks up in it.

I swear my eyebrows used to keep themselves perfectly ruly and in line until I let a barber trim them one time and since then it’s facial briar patch and wild hairs all over. You may say “if your eyebrows were so perfect, why did the barber want to sort them out?” To which I reply: shut up.

At my audition callback for a murder mystery troupe a fellow auditioner looked me dead in the eye and said “you’re an old man. You’ve seen a lot of stuff, right?” So I turned to dust and blew away.

If I get cast in the murder mystery troupe I auditioned for it will 100% be because, when the improv prompt cast me as a 1920s gangster, I named my henchman “Scar Joe.”

So here’s my conspiracy theory: there’s a massive shortage of cinnamon going on that they’re not telling us about. It’s hitting ice cream manufacturers first so there is no churro ice cream to be had.

Random musings from the day: It’s kind of weird that most vertebrates on earth mainly move things in their environment with their faces. It’s really annoying when what is stuck between my teeth is a toothbrush bristle.