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Miss_Anthrope
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What do the morning rankers look like (no numbers, now)?
Looks like 96 and 99X took a hit 12 plus...
Commode floater, DaveFM is crawling downward again, too.
What about mornings on those?
As an added bonus, I offer one of those awful long-winded DaveFM "Wal-mart Walt Whitman" sweepers that seem to last in excess of three or four minutes. I never heard the end of them because usually about half-way through, the screaming starts.
"Jam: a jam is a precious time when a group of musicians get together and let it all hangout, no rules, just whatever comes to them and it feels so right, right then and right now. Jam is also that crusty stuff between your toes when you go ten days without bathing because... um... yeah, you spent your last dollar on a really great concert that you saw with really good looking friends because the music touches you, inside. Jam is also what your mom would spoon into her mouth for lunch after you left for school because she was too belted up on vokda-koolaid to make anything for herself. But you loved her anyway, except when she drank all the Purplesaurus Rex. This is your music. Time to jam. Just like mom."
Okay, whatever.
Looks like 96 and 99X took a hit 12 plus...
Commode floater, DaveFM is crawling downward again, too.
What about mornings on those?
As an added bonus, I offer one of those awful long-winded DaveFM "Wal-mart Walt Whitman" sweepers that seem to last in excess of three or four minutes. I never heard the end of them because usually about half-way through, the screaming starts.
"Jam: a jam is a precious time when a group of musicians get together and let it all hangout, no rules, just whatever comes to them and it feels so right, right then and right now. Jam is also that crusty stuff between your toes when you go ten days without bathing because... um... yeah, you spent your last dollar on a really great concert that you saw with really good looking friends because the music touches you, inside. Jam is also what your mom would spoon into her mouth for lunch after you left for school because she was too belted up on vokda-koolaid to make anything for herself. But you loved her anyway, except when she drank all the Purplesaurus Rex. This is your music. Time to jam. Just like mom."
Okay, whatever.