I feel so fancy when I write with a British accent, throwing extra u’s all over the place willy, nilly. Or rather, wiulluy, niulluy.

My dad used to listen to Donovan all the time. Until I stole his CD boxset when I ran off to college. After that, he was left only with his Kitaro and Mannheim Steamroller discs.

Don’t worry. I have zero plans to do ukulele covers of any of those. Should I decide to take up the pan flute, however…

This week, my Friday alcohol comes in the form of Robitussin. Resisting does take a toll on the ‘ol body, don’t it?

Anyway, here’s a lazy uke for your Friday. Be gentle with you and remember that your voice matters. As does your ratio of vodka to mixer.

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