On the way to work the other day I was listening to “The Pleasures of Hope” album and I wanted to hear a specifc track.
Me: Siri, play The Geese in the Bog.
Siri: Now searching for The Cheese in the Blog.
Me: No Siri, play the Geese in the Bog.
Siri: I’m sorry but I can’t find Jesus in the Fog in your music.
Me: You’re going to meet Jesus in the Fog if you don’t play The Geese in the Bog! 
Gotta love technology.
Íosa sa cheo?
R
Maybe a 900 foot Jesus in the mist? That should scare anything.
Or a plastic one…
R
I won’t even tell you what Siri said when a friend of mine was trying to find a restaurant called Vegeeta Grande. Ben, Nano, or MT would have to pull it faster than goose poop through a tin horn.
Ah, goose poop through a tin horn. I remember that night well. [sigh]
“Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark”?
m.d.
Kinda looks like he fell into the ditch and is asking for a hand.
♪♪. . .oleo Lord. . .♪♪
Bob