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Radio song

I was invited to be on Squeaky and Ahab’s internet radio show Gun Nuts to talk about guns and church. I had to decline for a couple of reasons.

1) I have a voice made for blogging.

2) 11 is like way passed my bed time.

13 Responses to “Radio song”

  1. _Jon Says:

    “passed” ???

    WTH?

  2. Paul Boughton Says:

    I agree on the passed. And here I thought SayUncles day job was in the legal profession.

    Tsk Tsk

  3. SayUncle Says:

    I don’t understand what you two are getting at.

  4. Paul Boughton Says:

    We thought that in reference to time it should be past by bedtime, rather than the passed as in I passed that HP officer at 100mph.

    Thats all.

  5. Paul Boughton Says:

    and I can’t spell either. By should be my.

  6. SayUncle Says:

    oh. here i thought it was something important.

  7. D2k Says:

    you posted a recording of your voice here once it was just fine.

  8. Paul Boughton Says:

    I know. gants and nits. Have a great day.

  9. Joe Huffman Says:

    I like listening to your voice! It makes my ears smile. šŸ™‚

    I think you meant “way past my bed time”.

    And I’ve seen you be functional until 2:00 AM.

  10. SayUncle Says:

    heh. Well, whether I was functional when you saw me at 2 is a matter of perception. I was probably up and about and making conversation. But i was incapable of operating heavy machinery.

  11. Joe Huffman Says:

    Well… I found you entertaining. I guess I didn’t have an expectation or interest in you running the backhoe to help get rid of a dump truck full of bodies or anything.

    But I’ll keep that in the mind for the future.

  12. DirtCrashr Says:

    11:00 is way past my bedtime too, unless they want to attempt communication with a snoring narcoleptic. But still, your voice is better than mine.

  13. straightarrow Says:

    I just wish I had a bedtime. I must wait until I am totally exhausted to sleep. Never know when that is going to be. Then all my fun in an earlier life comes back to haunt me and hurts like Hell, so I don’t get to sleep very long.

    But I’m still pretty.