The McElroy brothers are not experts, and their advice should never be followed.

Travis insists he's a sexpert, but if there's a degree on his wall, I haven't seen it.

Also, this show isn't for kids, which I mentioned only so the babies out there will know how cool

they are for listening. What's up, you cool baby.

Hello, baby. Welcome to my brother, my brother, me and my brother, and my brother,

I'm your brother, Justin McElroy. I'm your middle-aged brother, Travis McElroy.

I'm your sweet baby brother, Griffin McElroy.

And it's been a big adjustment working from home. Yep.

I miss everybody at the office. Oh, yeah. Oh, sure, dude. Stanley.

Did you say, Stanley? Stanley. Stanley. Okay. Stanley.

Uh, fucking white, dude. I didn't wait. Hold on. Is this isolation?

Or did we talk about the office last week? I feel like we did that again last week.

And fucking gin. Okay, wait, let me hit you something.

Swites. I'm going to hit you with a fantasy. This is a fantasy starter. Okay, everybody.

Here's a prompt for your nano-romo. Just going early, right? Okay. Pam and Jim.

Uh-huh. That's something, right? Yeah.

But if you change the sounds to in, you got pan and gin, and you're in like a fantasy thing.

Just like that. It's a tale of one of the pantheon of gods and a genie

recently freed from a lamp. Oh, you went a different way. I thought you were saying like some kind of

weird children story where like a frying pan and I guess a bottle of gin work together

and like ran away with the spoon kind of thing. So that's where I went with it too. And I, you know,

me, I live in Austin and I haven't been able to get out to all of my favorite, you know, cocktail

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