#384: Good Night, Nurse
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My dad had an operation.
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#383: Artificial Intelligence & Real Stupidity
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I make an AI version of my voice, I am a horrible friend, and Cousin Ronny (River) is a cowboy...
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#382: If It's Fixed Don't Break It
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I switched to "less expensive" health insurance, tried to get AI to make me a Me, and finally fixed the washer and dryer...I think.
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381: Cyanide & Hot Water
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I bought a Koke Zeero laced with cyanide, got new glasses that are useless, called in "sick," and tried to fix the leaking shower...
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#380: Hugo
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I talk about Hugo, our dog.
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#279: A Picture Requires a Thousand Words
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I talk about not wanting to go to the "Black Chipotle," getting COVID twice, the proper way to write an obituary, & card tricks, bald guy hair maintenance, and how I am no good at reacting to getting a traffic ticket...
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#378: Don’t Call It a Comeback…
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After a bit of an extended hiatus (almost 3 years?), I am back with the usual nonsense about restroom phone etiquette, rabid raccoons, the Bitterest Pill connection to possibly the greatest movie ever made, my version of TikTok, and my expertise in installing smart thermostats…
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#377: What's a Middle-Aged White Guy to Do?
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I drive to Arizona with my eyes closed and sleep with them open.
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#376: Somethin's (Almost) Bruin
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I went to a football game. Well, two. I think. Jimmy drove us. I "talked" sports and drank a third of a beer. The song at the end of the episode is Autumn Leaves by Jimmy the Limo Driver, aka .
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#375: We'll Have Time (Right?)
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I go to a wedding, I go to Michigan and I go back in time. It's good to be back...
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The air circulation system in Studio G is officially dead, so I had to record this one in Hudson’s empty room, which didn’t help with the bout of nostalgia I’m dealing with these days…
I ended  up writing, directing and starring in a short called “The Perv.” You know what every great heist needs? A crew…