One day I would love to be a radio D.J. because I hear they get lots of tail.
Plus you get to act like a totally different person, because who wants to listen to the "real" you, right?
I mean, unless you're Howard Stern.
Until then I'll just listen to the wireless and imagine what the people with those friendly, far-away voices do when they aren't lighting up the everday lives of folks like you and me with sparkling stories of yesteryear.
You guys rile up too easy.
It's just an opinion and you haven't been too shy with yours.
You'd think people in broadcasting would appreciate Freedom of Speech.
Did someone just yell fire?
Yeah, because this theater is on fire.
Oh, well, I hope it doesn't interrupt the movie.
What's showing?
Danny Williams in Spring Book '08 Persons 25-54, 9th place.
Ehh, let's go see The Dark Night with that dead dude instead.
[end scene]
Hey, I know. Why don't they just get Wolfman Jack to replace the irreplacable one.
Sure, he could do it from heaven by ISDN line.
Or better yet get Charlie Tuna out of HeL-A doin' weekends and plug him in.
I'm gonna go take my bi-polar/vitriol meds now, don't forget to take your lighten the F up pill, mmm-K.
You old racist, sexist, sick relics.
God love ya.