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Doug and the Morning Mix-Up: A Comedy of Errors in a Sleepy Fog

December 05, 2024 • Kalliope

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Ever had one of those mornings where everything goes hilariously wrong? Join us as we unravel the comedy of errors that started with a sleepy mix-up and ended with uncontrollable laughter. Picture me groggily trying to wake my son, only to discover I was actually pestering a confused stranger named Doug. The poor guy's attempts to clarify who he was added to the chaos, turning an ordinary morning into an unforgettable comedy sketch. This episode invites you to laugh at life's unpredictable moments and reminds us that the best stories often arise from our everyday misadventures.

Pour yourself a cup of coffee and get ready for a rollercoaster of giggles. We explore how these unexpected twists can bring a smile to our faces and offer a break from the monotony of daily routines. As I share this personal anecdote, you’ll find yourself reflecting on those little surprises that keep life interesting. It's a comedic tale that will leave you chuckling long after it’s over, and perhaps make you a bit more vigilant about who you’re waking up in the morning!

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no-transcript his phone because it's gonna wake him up, it's gonna wake everybody up. So I grab his phone and I'm like baby, I'm putting your phone in my bedroom on the vanity mumbling again. So now I'm ready for work, I'm gonna walk out the fucking door, got my coffee, got my shit, and I'm like rubbing him and I'm like don't forget, I put your shirt over here on the couch for work, your phone's on the vanity, your stuff's on the butcher block. And all of a sudden he's like I'm doug, my son is not fucking doug, my son is. I was rubbing some little boy all fucking morning and I guess the mumbling that he was doing that I assumed is what my son normally does to me was him trying to say I'm not fucking, john, stop touching me.