Of course on air I use occasional hyperbole to tell a story.

The Aston Martin is a beautiful car. It's a work of art, I love the interior and the style of the car.

I'm not sexist, I'm just a realist.

I'm not comically oriented. I get angry and I start complaining and then people start laughing. I don't even want them to laugh half the time.

I'm harmless. I don't have any ill will or ill thought towards anybody. When people know you're that way, you can say stuff that the creepy guy at your office could never get away with.

I'm a doofus from the Valley, a blue-collar guy.

I saw a commercial for the maxi pads for the bigger gals they're making now. That was a nice visual while I was eating.