take these, for these are my podcasts…
34 for 45? HAHAHA FUCK THAT GUY!
Seriously if anyone listening to my show voted for the guy even ONCE or plans to in the future, please never listen again, Dad.
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.
More like YOUR HOST DOT MEH…
Yes, I will work on the blog formatting this week, Philistines…
Ellipses…
If you don’t pay attention to the words that are coming out of my mouth during the show open or even later in the show, let me catch you up…
March will be a light month here for YYYYW. You’ll get your Hour Of Power on March 8th and your Saturday Open Show on March 30th and one Artist Spotlight sometime in between… and that’s probably gonna be it. Why?
Working on a relaunch of an old show of mine. And trying to clean up my act in other ways.
Catch ya on the flippity-flop.
Three things that are seemingly unconnected… BUT TONIGHT THEY ARE… er… or will be.
With a title like that, you’d think this would be an ‘all request’ or ‘listener appreciation’ kinda episode.
You’d be wrong.
I love my wife and I love that she has a houseful of other married women over to scrapbook all weekend. I do. Really. Really, I do.
“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.”
