I saw Rhett Miller open for Guster in Knoxville maybe 10 or 12 years ago. Just him and a J-200. He can write and sing a fine tune.

“High end”

I long for a time where I could tell whether this was satire or not

Mlargus, Fat Greg, and Squamp. You want my Venmo?

And the rock has gained sentience and a laser focus on groin-kicking

At least not on purpose.

Next time ask him to define “bearing false witness”