Misnomer Radio

So, when discussing one's own co-host, there does tend to be a certain level of decorum; you tread a line, or else you may do the equivalent of kicking your professor in the balls a day before grades are due. Sometimes you just have to let some things go. After all, he is coming back to work in the morning, right?

Questions have been asked, mostly in secret, as if someone were to nudge me in a bookstore, let's say Borders, and whisper about whatever I have in my hand while those around us speak on their cell phones at normal volume. Yes, the man really did drink, and no, the game was not planned. In fact, the "Fuck" rule, if you will, did not come into fruition until the words were in the process of exiting my mouth. We're doing, like, radio now. I don't seem to remember planning being a crucial ingredient. In fact, from what I hear, anything beyond an outline, or a note written on the back of your notepad for Chemistry 1A, is sort of discouraged.

Of course, introductions on the show need no explanation. It is indeed true, that Will is capable of finding a mate - in the carnal sense - if he so desires, for reasons that, to you or I or God, shall forever remain mysterious. I mean, hair, man. Had I known that the "chicks" "dig" a rodent springing forth out of my scalp, I would have bought Rogaine in greater quantities than those of the meth-making persuasion could of Sudafed, et al. Am I making this clear? This is an issue shrouded in mystery.

In Episode Two - no, not that one - I mentioned Max Barry's blog, and since we're going to be using this a little more, I'll go ahead and link it, not that he will actually notice a one, perhaps two, person increase in traffic.

I seriously doubt we will ever be given a chance to thank Jack Thompson for contributing to the content of the show as much as he has. Ten minutes left? We're good. We pull him out of our back pocket, like, like a Visa, but never can it be maxed out.

--Logan

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