Smarter Home Than Me, Welcome to a Tech Hostage Situation
If your house talks back, grab a broom, ditch the gadgets, and move out like it's haunted by Wi-Fi.
<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>
If your house talks back, grab a broom, ditch the gadgets, and move out like it's haunted by Wi-Fi.
Skip the safety talks and let kids roam the night like sugar-fueled vikings with one flashlight and zero adult supervision.
Cancel your toaster’s Wi-Fi subscription, stop trusting bagging robots, and embrace emotional eating alerts as your new life coach.
Uncle Bobby insists you’re not procrastinating—you’re practicing “efficiency by neglect” and slow-cooking genius like a lasagna in an inbox-free oven.
Uncle Bobby says true productivity means rearranging your sock drawer, rewarding yourself for blinking at a to-do list, and embracing deadlines only when collapse is imminent.
Prepare for the robot apocalypse by complimenting your appliances, seducing your smart devices, and dressing business casual for your new AI overlords.
Turn your messy house into an avant-garde art piece, call your vacuum "symbolic progress," and proudly marinate in dust like it's a designer choice.
If it passes the sniff test and the stain’s below eye-level, it’s clean—add a bowl of cereal and you’ve got dinner and laundry sorted.
Turn your abandoned home gym into a guilt-shrouded art installation and call it "vintage décor" while embracing your mediocre glory.
Ditch ambition and embrace the couch—according to Uncle Bobby, true success is warm socks, Wi-Fi, and never trying hard enough to fail.
Forget ambition—Uncle Bobby says total mediocrity is the secret to a life of warm toes, Wi-Fi, and zero chance of femur-related tragedy.
Protect your privacy by feeding Alexa nonsense until the algorithms crack, then smash her with a hammer and scream your messages like a proud digital caveman.