What do Frisbeetarians think about death and the afterlife? After death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
This joke was submitted by Kit Keller from Cedarburg, WI. Thanks!
I love the new host. I have been listening since 1975 faithfully. The new show is wonderful, updated, great music and keeping close to the same format. Thanks so much!
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Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Mr. S was home at last, and we were having a fine time just sitting there in the kitchen eating pizza and talking and trying to sing along with Mr. Paul Simon’s new song “Wristband” without knowing the words, and laughing a whole lot. Then Mr. S went off to watch his Show, the one that begins precisely at 8 pm, and I proceeded to make a very fine batch of caramels. It’s like that when you have been with someone for a good while. You can do all the things that make you who you are and it’s all fine and good and sometimes the other person will join in, and sometimes they will go do their thing, but you’re still together, in ways, and it feels mighty good. Read more
A bit heavy with the melodramatic title there but a week in a hospital bed can do that to a guy. Nurses bring you stuff. Warning lights and buzzers go off. You are tangled in sheets and it’s all about you. All the time. Your misery. Your boredom. Your pain. Your need to know. Plucked from the dynamic desert and mighty mountain, hauled off and laid down on linens, needled smoothly into blackness, immobilized and sliced open. All this while a concert stage stands waiting in San Francisco for your truckload of gear, with workers hired, talent signed, tickets sold. All now suspended in the quiet liquids of your bleeding torso.
Okay, okay. Enough. We get it. And you aren’t the only fool out there who can wrangle a semi either. So what happened? Read more