Dan Pearce Author of &quote;Dan Pearce Was Here"

Important note: In September 2019, I officially retired the "Single Dad Laughing" blog and name. I am now blogging at my new Dan Pearce Was Here blog.

WHETHER YOU'RE HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME OR THE THOUSANDTH, I NEED SOME SUPPORT. ❤️

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My Friends

Our Cleavage Police Poetry Jam

I had such high intentions of writing a blog post this morning, but instead I got sucked into an epic "Cleavage Police Poetry Jam" over text with my friends. Enjoy. We sure did.

An Overly Weird Motivation to Keep Going

That's my pal, Emily. She and I started Insanity on Monday together, and we came up with a *really* weird motivation to make sure we never miss a single day...

Nightmare on Selfie Street

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While drinking wine and chillin' in Sweatpants, a friend and I decided to make an extremely short little "horror selfie" video of our own. Try not to cry...

An Open Letter: Would REAL Friends Do That?!

This morning I discovered an atrociousness which has to have been noticeable for at least a month, yet not one person in my life cared enough to tell me...

A Letter to a Dear Friend (and a Dear Friend to Many of Us)

Just a text that turned into a letter to a very good man whom we just had the chance to help out a bit...

Absurd Things are Done on Ambien Sometimes

This is the ridiculous story of what happened when I took an Ambien the night before Tough Mudder while sharing a rental house with several friends...

If You Took a Hundred Scientists & Twenty Mathematicians…

Today I wrote a poem for and about all my ridiculous friends whom I love so much. I often look around at my groups of friends and think, "THIS MAKES NO SENSE!"

The Faith Letter

I debated sharing this letter I wrote after being told I "struggle" with faith. I mean... Do I struggle? Or is my definition of faith just a little different?

“Get in this! Get in this!” The Dive-Bar Selfie Experiment

I decided to do a little experiment: attempt to get a selfie with EVERY person at our favorite dive-bar. I didn't expect what happened next to happen at all...

Another Single Dad Laughing Roast by All of You

After my friends freeze-framed a horrific picture of me and began roasting me with it, I gave it to all of you to try and outdo them. You did not disappoint!

Middle-of-the-Night Bad Juju

The night of Tough Mudder I deserved some bad juju. And believe me. I got it. Yet, it was so funny I couldn't stop laughing about it, which just made it worse.

Girls Night Pillow Fight

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My friends and I had a girls night, complete with dinner, pedicures, purple toenail polish, and... the best pillow fight EVER. Here's our ridiculous video.

My Shoes Are Missing!

En route to the airport, my heart sank and I panicked as I realized my shoes were missing. Little did I know it would lead to a *rather* embarrassing moment...

Assking for Help

As I turned down the kindness and help of... everyone, at a time when I knew I really needed it, one specific moment made me realize that I have a problem...

When Everything Went White

It was supposed to be a super low-key night. Then I came to, my face pressed on the floor next to a public toilet, staring into the eyes of my panicked friends.

It was a great picture. Until I looked closer. And saw HER.

My buddies and I stopped for a goofy selfie. It really was a great picture. Until I looked closer. And saw HER. Then it became en EPIC picture...

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The Weirdest Flight Probably EVER

Any singular part of that plane ride would have made it a craptastic plane ride. For sure. But collectively? Gosh... Worst and funniest plane ride EVER.

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I’m Christian, unless you’re gay – Live Reading by Dan Pearce

I decided to make a live recording of this post for two reasons. One, I realized that the way each person reads it is different. Two, I wanted something more than words on paper for my son to remember me by.