Here I go again on my own. Goin down the only road that I know. Like a drifter I was born to rock alone. Straight from the Dancave, the thrill from martensville. This is the PBT
Rocking the Dan cave. The thrill from martensville. We’re back after the long weekend. To hit it hard in the yard. On this brand spanking new eppy of the Pbt
Spring is in. Yard work in full swing. Collarbone healed up. After a day in the sun I sit down to talk about my view on participation trophies and what I want to be when I grow up
I sit down in the Dan cave. To share my thoughts on the podcast drama out there, drunks in my area, and YouTube ads. All in this fire example of the PBTs fine podcasting excellence
Am I just becoming a curmudgeon? Can’t listen to music or watch shows unless they’re from 17 years ago. Can’t sleep in. What’s happening? Lol. Trying to take pictures of birds then looking them up.
I wonder how animals like deer and cows see in front of them with their eyes on the sides of their heads. Or do they just not worry about running into shit
Someone hit me up on twitter to help me monetize my podcast and ghostwrite my twitter. My man this isn’t for that at the moment. I do this for the love and the crew. For my boys strong and few
How do they do the filming for ant and bug documentaries? Using grains of sand for cameras? I watched planet earth and felt like zoo lander. Are you filming this with ants?!
Fucked up on my last episode. The recording stopped halfway through a twitter trends. Fucking iPhones. The trials and tribulations of an indie podcaster. Plus I think you can hear kids yelling in the background of the wonderences seggy
Danny douchebag over here with his iPhone. Can’t figure out how to use it. I keep getting notifications but I don’t know how to get them off the screen so they’re just (sound effect) piling up. Also go over twitter and wonderences. With a great
I sit down and talk about wild co workers, reality tv, and perseverance. We got some tigermail to read for the first time this season. So hang onto your hats. This one's a banger.
Lake and beach life people are rad. You know those leathery saddle bags you see anytime you go to the lake or beach. You know they are always just there rocking tank tops, neon shorts, and sunglass tans. It makes me think that some people just
I always answer private numbers. What if it's a homie calling from a payphone? What's the worst that can happen? A creditor will come through the phone and beat ya up? No man. Plus the mystery is fun. This is the pbt
I spent #goskateboardday night Googling symptoms of a broken pelvis. Roger Alan Wade comes to mind. If I didn't already use "if you're gonna be dumb ya gotta be tough" for a title. That's what this eppy would be called. This is the pbt
I got into a debate with a guy about the CFL vs the NFL and which is better. The problem is the homie didn't even watch football. I can't stand shit like that. Anyways happy Father's Day. This is the pbt