The Bitterest Pill: The Dan Klass Monologues

In this episode of The Bitterest Pill, we bid farewell to the previous host, Dan Klass, and welcome aboard the new host, Dan Klass

We celebrate the 20th Anniversary of The Bitterest Pill by discussing: Chatbots can't keep up the facade, DJ X is a fraud, passing gas immediately before work is a risky game, and Clint Eves is a bad intern.

I can not describe this episode. It was recorded on June 5th, and I'm writing this description on Oct. 12. So, just listen?

I complain about Westchester and take a shower...

I recorded this episode a week and a half ago, and I don't remember what I said...

My dad had an operation.

I made an AI version of my voice, I am a horrible friend, and Cousin Ronny (River) is a cowboy...

I switched to "less expensive" health insurance, tried to get AI to make me a Me, and finally fixed the washer and dryer...I think.

I bought a Koke Zeero laced with cyanide, got new glasses that are useless, called in "sick," and tried to fix the leaking shower...

I talk about Hugo.

I talk about not wanting to go to the "Black Chipotle," getting COVID twice, the proper way to write an obituary, Lighthouse Spaceship & card tricks, bald guy hair maintenance, and how I am no good at reacting to getting a traffic ticket...

After a bit of an extended hiatus (almost 3 years?), I am back with the usual nonsense about restroom phone etiquette, rabid raccoons, the Bitterest Pill connection to possibly the greatest movie ever made, my version of TikTok, and my expertise in installing smart thermostats...

I talked reality with my agent. Honestly, if you’re trying to make it in show business, reality is the last thing you want to talk about.

(Originally released April 21, 2011) Hudson and his friends took part in the LA County Science and Engineering Fair, and I chaperoned. No, not my first choice of chaperone, but there […]

We were supposed to go to Hawaii again this year. But, things can change. Try explaining to your 8-year-old daughter that she won’t be spending her birthday in Maui after all. Gulp.

I drove to Arizona with my eyes closed and slept with my eyes open...

I went to a football game. Well, two. I think. Jimmy drove us. I "talked" sports and drank a third of a beer. And survived.

I go to a wedding, I go to Michigan and I go back in time. It's good to be back...

I talk about my need for a new coding system, so I know when a woman is interested in me and when she is just being polite. "What's Your '17?'" "Butterscotch?" "Lima bean?"

I was trying to network...