Nick Offerman

And my dad would lose patience.

He did a great job of sticking with me and just allow each other to mess up because more often than not, that's what we're going to do.

We're human beings.

My pleasure.

Okay.

Okay.

Yes, please.

Whiskey you were sent from heaven above And Ben Franklin said that beer is proof of God's love But too much of either will earn me a shove From my wife, whom I'd like to stay the husband of

I love beer and whiskey, perhaps a bit too much, given the chance I'd fall off a bar stool daily.

To keep me out of the pub and also out of Dutch, I make things like this soprano ukulele.

I'll give you one more verse.

Everywhere I go, people staring at a phone, sitting in a crowded room, completely alone.

It gives me more willies in the twilight zone.

My brains are hooked on that shit like a dog on a bone.

Put down your gadget and look me in the eye so our interaction can proceed more gaily.

Silence your tablet and ejaculate a sigh to the sweetly strumming sounds of ukulele.

He like hit an island.

I did post it, and I thought it was me as a doctor.

I'm Robert F. Kennedy Jr., your HHS secretary.

This podcast is about telling the truth, especially when it's uncomfortable.