It’s my favorite end of year tradition!

You are simultaneously hotter, yet more “of course his specialty is GI” than I imagined having only heard you previously.

I mean, in a totally awkward and creepy way.

(I’ve got a voice like butter as 90% of my body is made up of it)

I don’t know what you’re reading but it sounds like some Ben Shapiro-ass nonsense to me.

Thank you! It’s been the perfect amount of tedious.

I’m neither as funny nor as delightful as Elayne Boosler, but I do share her opinion of your book. I spent my high school years in an Anabaptist church, and felt so at home till we were told to treat our friends of different faiths differently. All this time, we’re still getting it wrong.

I’d let him perform brain surgery with that face. He can do my taxes, drive me to work, and name my future grandchildren.

I’ve never felt so absolutely seen by another human being before. I want to play this for my husband, the perennial Labrador Retriever, who struggles to get it. Being present, functional, and caregiving can mask so well. Thanks for being on today.

Thank you for reassuring me I’m not going crazy, because I truly did worry for a moment.

Fine, fine, if you’re going to be that way about it.