vchimpanzee said:
Regardless of how others feel, I'm going to go ahead and document what I hear. What better place than here?
Think it through. Plenty of better places. Look all over the spectrum. Hard to miss the "better places than here."
For examples :
Inside the lining of a seersucker jacket that you donate to a funeral home for the next guy who wants to dress like Matlock on the way out.
In a composition notebook that only you'll see. Ever.
In the sky written with your finger.
On the final 1/5 of a second of the final aspirations of "don't drive like my brother" of that week's "Car Talk" episode.
Document what you hear during the show on the bottom of an ice cube in the freezer. Then leave the ice cube out on a table, so more people can see it.
Inside a Phillies blunt wrapper that you found in Snoop Dogg's smoking jacket (btw all his jackets are smoking jackets, and all his pants are smoking pants).
In cyberspace with a password only you know. Keep the swine away from the pearls.
Where the proverbial sun don't shine.
On the wind in the Himalayas.
On a piece of cheese you left out on your stoop overnight.
Under a Dr Scholls shoe comfort pad that's deep into its last weeks of viability.
Inside the casing of a Slim Jim, whatever flavor you just can't resist.
Perhaps a loved one could even direct you toward some places that might be better.
On a sheet of paper below the list of all the names of countless thousands of people you could get to sign a petition affirming that they are "with you on this Car Talk thing and dig what you're doing on that forum."
You're probably right. Besides, there's no real reason to respect the feelings of others or accept constructive criticism. Society needs some people to rise above the mainstream anyway. What would the spectrum be like if we were all the same?
Now we see what your aunt was up against when she took you to that restaurant with the "too loud" music that didn't even appeal to you.
No wonder you stormed out after chastising everyone in sight.
There was a "Stump the Chumps" and Tom said their record was 5-2-3. Five right, two wrong and something about people getting hurt following their advice. So when they did this one there had been around ten of those.
Tom asked before they ran the information about the call if the caller heard harp music. Ray, annoyed, explained that that was dream sequence music.
Tom also said on a call that he had an 18-year-old son.
Frau Blucher was back in the credits.
The show lasts almost an hour. This is all you remember? Charlie Sheen probably remembers more of last week's "Car Talk" than this.
C'mon! Step up ya game broski! If I'm wondering what went down on this weekend's "could-be-new episode of 'Car Talk'" then this is not exactly one of the "better places" I could check out. I'm only getting a scant portion of the show's contents. Not even really a progressive story arcing, or anything helpful.
BTW Tom probably said "eighty-near-old son" because he's 105. The show's actually been "in retirement" since Marconi's time.