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Back when the world was analog (but after TV brought color to our world), I was working the swing shift at RAF Lakenheath in England.
I had a buddy named Jayson on days who used to call to wake me up out of a sound sleep so he could enjoy what he dubbed the 'porn voice'. This is the same joker that would put 'scratch and sniff' post-its on my bicycle seat.
He's a minister now. Go figure.
Me, I've still got the porn voice. Do you think there's money in podcast porn?
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