I Have Been Granted Permission To Go Full Smokes At The Barstool Beach House

Well, it looks like all my questions have finally been answered. At first, I was just wondering if I’d even be cast for the Barstool Beach House. That alone had me pacing around with anticipation. Then once that hurdle was cleared, a new question crept in, if I was cast, would I be allowed to go full Smokes?

Because let’s be honest, there’s no point in me going if I can’t be myself. Living on the shore for five weekends with a muzzle over my mouth would be nothing short of miserable.

I found myself in a weird spot. The very behavior that got me in hot water before is, ironically, the exact kind of chaos that this entire show thrives on. So the last thing I wanted was to fall into the same traps and end up getting fired over it. But thankfully, Big Cat came through in a big way and cleared the air. He basically gave me the green light to go full Smokes, no restrictions, no filters.

The biggest takeaway? Everything I do at the Beach House is going to be treated as separate from the office. Which is fucking huge. Not because I want to hook up with more coworkers because I don’t but because I don’t want my behavior at the shore to be judged like it’s happening inside the office. If that were the case, let’s be real, I’d probably be canned after the first weekend. So, Big Cat, thank you. Truly. That kind of clarity and support means everything going into something this wild.

Now, what exactly does "full Smokes" mean? That part will remain a mystery, for now. Not to me, of course. I’ve got the vision locked in. But to the audience, let’s just say, buckle up. You won’t be bored, I promise you that.

This show is basically what I do every weekend anyway except now there’s going to be a camera capturing every second of it. The beers, the banter, the blowups, the beachside antics it’s all part of the ride. And I couldn’t be more fired up to bring you along for the chaos. Five weekends, one beach house, and zero filters. Let’s dance.