Samson barks

One evening back in October, I had, upon arriving home, spoken a long voice memo into my iPhone, recapping things I’d thought of on the short drive from school.

Thinking I had hit the red stop button, I set the phone down on the kitchen table.  And I proceeded to have a conversation with Samson the Feist whilst unloading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen sink.

Samson was certainly voluble.  And the phone was still recording.

This may also incriminate me, but it’s too fun not to share, so share I will.

Listen and enjoy!

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