4:32 PM
Radio
Show Hell
If any of you listened to the last radio show, you
probably understand the fact that it didn't go well. As a matter of fact,
it was terrible. Then again, using the word "Terrible" to describe
something that was so bad it left me pissed off for the rest of the week.
(And only April Fools day could make me happy again...) Well, that needs a
word of its own. Lets call that word Clarksonradio.
The one highlight of the show? Yeah, we should at least be honest.
Hot Mallory was there. Everything was awesome... until she left.
Then the entire experience kind of went to shit bucket from
there. No one would give me a straight answer on the time when the show was
starting, or if the person who was going on before us was even going to be
on, or what state they were in... or if I was even going on.
I thought that was interesting because I had been repeatedly told that the
last time I went on this very radio station I had set all kinds of records
for people listening, and calling, women lusting after me. The normal kind
of record setting radio thing. Guess what. I got screwed this time.
We were hanging out in the DJ's dorm room before hand. (Interesting
fact: This dorm room is bigger then the entire radio studio.) As you can clearly
see I was entertaining everyone in the room until someone decided it was time
to go for a random walk into the middle of nowhere. That is right everyone,
right before the show, we were dragged into a very long walk to... somewhere...
After that? DJ Jazz left... for awhile... We were an hour and 15 minutes late
to start the show. By then I had already received about a dozen emails telling
me that they had stopped listening, and were pissed and going to bed. Yeah.
That was fun.
If you were wondering, that joke I told to everyone was this: "I
don't care if a chick will sleep with me if I shave my balls. I cut my face
every fucking time I shave, I don't want to lose a fucking testicle."
That was really needed for this story, but I felt that you needed to feel
a little awkward before you finished.
You can totally tell that I wasn't happy. At all. Not even
the normal level of pissed that I throw around on a day to day basis, like
so much monkey dung. This is kind of the "What the fuck is happening.
This isn't going well. Why am I being forced to do this?" Pissed.
The show was bombing; instead of helping me they took pictures.
Some chick had the the camera most of the night. I have several dozen pictures
of that night, most of them are of guy's crotches. If you are new to this
site, let me clue you in, those are useless to me and were deleted with much
cursing and rage.
Then this happened... Can't tell off hand? Oh, that is ok,
because it is just me, alone in a radio station (read: modified closest) checking
out the people bitching at me through AIM. Also, I am reading the Varms.Net
forums. You can tell by the clock that this was towards the end of the show
too, because it says 3:30. When DJ Jazz finally showed back up, I demanded
to be taken off the air.
The record room was impressive though. That was about the
best part of the entire show. Go records!