A very loud Jiminy Cricketish voice in my head is telling me not to post this. It’s reminding me of the trouble I’ve gotten myself into sharing far tamer material from stage over the years. So, before I go on, a disclaimer and warning type thing – to shut up the cricket and cover my proverbial back side.
Before pressing play on the following video you must:
1) Be married. Engaging in sexual intercourse, laughing about sexual intercourse and even reading the words “sexual intercourse” three times in one sentence is dangerous for the single person.
2) Not be a promoter of one of my upcoming concerts. What you are about to see could offend you and cause you to cancel my upcoming show with you and, honestly, I really need the work. So save us both some pain and surf somewhere else until Business Time Wednesday passes – come back on Favorite Memory Verse Monday.
3) Be eighteen or older. Engaging in sexual intercourse, laughing about sexual intercourse and even reading the words “sexual intercourse” three times in one sentence is dangerous for the person under eighteen years of age. And I don’t want your mamma mad at me for making you exclaim, “True love waits for this??” and then tearing up your pledge card or some such nonsense.
4) Be married for more than one year. You won’t understand anything you’re about to hear if you’re still wearing business socks three times a week.
If you meet these requirements, enjoy. It’s Wednesday and it’s business time.