Holiday Weight Gain: Uncle Bobby's Guide to Surviving the Festive Calorie Apocalypse
Got a cow in your kitchen? Don't panic! Just follow my brilliant advice on how to milk that situation without ending up with a udder disaster.
<p>Uncle Bobby’s Life Skills (Gone Wrong) is your laugh-out-loud guide to handling life the wrong way—on purpose. From “budget hacks” that could get you arrested to productivity tips that involve naps, this category delivers hilariously bad advice you shouldn’t follow… but probably will. Because life is hard. At least this makes it funny.</p>
Got a cow in your kitchen? Don't panic! Just follow my brilliant advice on how to milk that situation without ending up with a udder disaster.
Forget savings and practicality — slap flames on the sides, max out a loan, and let the midlife crisis roar through a spoiler the size of a picnic table.
March into that salon like a brave warrior armed with a grill manual, demand a drink with an umbrella, and treat your foot scrub like a once-in-a-lifetime survival story worthy of steak and applause.
Uncle Bobby suggests battling plant obsession by unleashing your own chaos: buy a house-sized monstrosity of a plant, assign dramatic personalities to ferns, or demand compensation in the form of pinball machines and giant Rock cutouts.
Crank your A/C to arctic blast, wear hoodies indoors, and carry a towel like it’s armor against the Florida sauna—Uncle Bobby’s survival guide is sweat-soaked and spectacularly unhelpful.
Keep pouring cash into your sputtering junker, befriend tow truck drivers for "networking," and send your car off with a Viking funeral when it croaks — because loyalty beats logic every time.
Wear your fluffiest robe, clutch a hot cocoa, and claim the title of “Official Holiday Photographer” to dodge the 5K while securing prime couch position before the parade starts.
Forget nutrition—Uncle Bobby says bread shopping is best done blindfolded, guided only by the thrill of random grabs and shiny packaging.
Forget research—Uncle Bobby says to vote based on coin flips, smiles, and who you'd survive an elevator ride with.
Ignore recipes, triple the garlic, and if your chicken tastes like charcoal, just call it “Disaster Chic” and slather it in ketchup.
Forget fork etiquette—Uncle Bobby says grab the biggest one you see, swap utensils between bites, or just ditch them all and eat with your hands like a fine-dining rebel.
Ditch the food rules and embrace the “See-Food” diet—if you see food, eat it, then spin a wheel to gamble your way to your next meal.