Here at the station we’re running a promotion where one lucky listener will win a HARLEY V-ROD. You know, one of those deals where we play a Harley trigger and the ninth caller wins a key that might start the bike. People have been calling in left and right trying to get out of me when we’ll play the trigger.
“Let’s make a deal,” one guy suggested. “If I win the motorcycle, I’ll quit my lame-ass job and we’ll ride off into the sunset on my bike.”
…Maybe I should stop answering the phone in my phone-sex voice…
June 11th, 2005 at 4:50 am
you should also stop typing in your cyber-sex font. remember when that guy offered to attatch you to his g-mail and forward you to all his friends? yikes.
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June 11th, 2005 at 7:55 am
I never realized how dirty a font courier is. Rad.
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June 11th, 2005 at 7:56 am
Haha. attach me to his g-mail.
you’re funny, kid. you’re funny. I just might keep you around.
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