Tag: Friday Night
YYYYW: Stairway To Covers
Happy Birthday to Sal and Brandon… and fuck Led Zeppelin while we’re at it, because Jimmy Page is a pedophile.
YYYYW: French Italian
The Friday Night HOUR OF POWER returns… NOW WITH TEETH!
(By the waaaaaaay, I found out AFTER i put this show together that Yves Montand was Italian by birth! Fun!)
YYYYW: Eat A Dick, Duane
If you’re asking yourself ‘which Duane specifically?’, please NOTE THE SPELLING! Come up with your best uneducated guess and then email that guess to yell@yourhost.me
Winners receive nothing. And you really didn’t think I’d use dick for the episode artwork, did you?
YYYYW: Trash
An apology and a gift, brought to you by the Society of Unpleasant Gifts. Enjoy, friends & neighbors!
YYYYW: AFTERSHOCK
BREAKING NEWS: Shortly after the recording of tonight’s at-the-time untitled second episode of the day, the Mercury Radio Theatre Accent Area was hit with a 4.0 aftershock… thus the title of tonight’s episode.
The original title for this episode was ‘Jesus, Mike, Shut Up’.
BTW, listeners and/or readers: does it bother you that I use the term ‘show’ and ‘episode’ interchangeably? YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH WOOO! is the ‘show’, ‘AFTERSHOCK’ is tonight’s ‘episode’. Tonight, in the above paragraph, I followed the correct naming convention. Sometimes I don’t, so accept my apologies for all the times I’ve fucked it up, and for all the times I will fuck it up in the future.
Jesus, Mike, shut up.
YYYYW: Tourism, Bad Breath & Shitty Beer
Three things that are seemingly unconnected… BUT TONIGHT THEY ARE… er… or will be.
YYYYW: Low Key
“Hey, you know, fuck you, man. Any moron with a pack of matches can set a fire. Raining down sulphur is like an endurance trial, man. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.”
