By Jeffrey James

Uffish Thoughts

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Released 10/17/19

Essays, insight, and stories about living life, finding peace, and being an oddball. And probably too much stuff about my Johnson.

“If Rachel Hollis were a guy with an irrational hatred of lawn mowing and a penchant for telling heartwarming stories that somehow include mention of genitals, this would be the book she would write.”

-Jeffrey James


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Jeffrey James

Jeffrey James Saporito was pulled into existence on a warm summer morning in 1985. Quickly adopted and raised by charming humans, he spent his formative years in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. Somewhere in his garage is his bachelor’s of science degree in Communications, Media & Technology from La Roche College.

He now resides far from his childhood home; six, maybe even seven miles west of there, accompanied by his wife Laura, twins Dexter and Sadie, and daughter Phoebe, a.k.a. “Oh look, you’re pregnant again.”

He has a toy poodle and a miniature schnauzer, drinks a gallon of water every day, and loves coffee.

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