Trust me, everything is funnier when said the guttural drawl of The Big Lebowski's narrator (or for the unenlightened, the guy from the "Beef ... It's What's for Dinner" commercials). My Dad and I discovered it this weekend when I visited him in Sandy Springs, Ga., a northern Atlanta suburb. A work friend said through their children, he met Elliot.
But work is crushing right now. So practice your Old West baritones and expect updates later in the week.
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