Bless yer heart Brother Groves - I just knew where that story was going to end up - felt it in my bones - but thought MAYBE we’d have a faith healing or at least you’d fall off the stage onto their laps.  Tough being nice first thing in the am you did quite respectably - and we in bloggy world agree - thank God for the hacking up small puppy guy in the next room.

Yeah, I was going to salute you for trying to talk nice that early in the morning, and laud you for your effort, and then I realized I DO IT EVERY STINKING MORNING.

Nice yawning, too.

Shaun, you look like you’re in need of some serious sleep. Ten to one the “hacking up puppy” person was female. Seriously, most women (excluding yours truly) are too fragile to hock and spit in front of men-folk so most do it in the shower instead. Comes up easier and goes right down the drain.

Did he pronounce it “U-gan-duh” rather than “U-ghan-duh”?
Louie Giglio does that and it cracks me up.

Will you ever learn not to pick on the audience during a performance?  You realize the woman you “got onto” for talking on her cell phone in ND last weekend is now in therapy.
Beth

oh gosh, this is great. size of a small animal? i cant imagine how that must have sounded. who would need an alarm clock haha.

Oh, the story about the front row sitters made me cringe from here to tomorrow.

Is there a follow-up to that story? Or did God mercifully allow the stage to open and swallow you whole?

Ten to one the “hacking up puppy” person was female. Comes up easier and goes right down the drain. I cant imagine how that must have sounded.