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One detail in my dreams last night was me flirting with someone by reciting to her Casey Kasem's "dead dog" rant.

(Other dream stuff happened, but I feel odd about it, and not in the best way, so I won't talk about that.)

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 like 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 a part of --"...let's, let's start that again. From coming out of the record, play the record, okay. [a little darkly and grumbly] Please. [Pause while song finishes] See, when you come out of those uptempo Goddam numbers, man, it's impossible to make those transitions, and then you gotta go onto somebody dying -- I mean they they do this to me all the time, I don't know what the hell they do it for, but Goddam it if we can't come out of a slow record, I don't understand it. Is Don on the phone? Okay, I want a Goddam concerted effort to not come out of a record that isn't a fucking uptempo record every time I do a Goddam death dedication. Now -- make it -- and I also want to know what happened to those pictures I was supposed to see this week. This is a last, God, last Goddam time, I want somebody to use his fucking brain to not come out of a Goddam record -- that is, uh, that's that's uptempo and I gotta talk about a fucking dog dying!



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