Now, we're up to our long-distance dedication. And this one is about kids, and pets, and a situation that we can all understand, whether we have kids or pets or neither. It's from a man in Cincinnati, Ohio, and here's what he writes: "Dear Casey, this may seem to be a strange dedication request, but I'm quite sincere, and it would mean a lot if you played it. Recently, there was a death in our family. He was a little dog named Snuggles, but he was most certainly part of..." Let's, let's start that again. From coming out of the record, play the record, OK... [*a little low and grumbly*] please. [*pause, while the song plays*] See, when you come out of those uptempo goddamn numbers, man, it's impossible to make those transitions, and then you gotta go on to somebody dying...I mean, they do this to me all the time, I don't know what the hell they do it for, but goddamn it, if we can't come out of a slow record, I don't understand it. Is Don on the phone? OK, I want a goddamn concerted effort to come out of a record that isn't a fucking uptempo record every time I do a goddamn death dedication. Now, make it, and I also want to know what happened to the pictures I was supposed to see last week. This is a god, last, goddamn time, I want someone to use his fucking brain to not come out of a goddamn record...that is, uh, that's that's uptempo and I gotta talk about a fucking dog dying!
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