Yeesh. That's what I get for agreeing with somebody around here. A person can't even take sides in this snakepit without somebody from their own team sinking a fang in their ass. Ingrates.
Oooooh, the Big Scary Frat Guy Who Names Himself After Fragile Antique Aircraft just blew into Dodge City. He seems to think it'll be Easy Pickin's around these parts.
Remember, if it wasn't for ol' Abe...You'd be speakin' Southern and eating crappy grits right about now. Show some Gratitude.
In fact, best just Move Along There, stranger....We can do without YOUR kind around here, Thankee Kindly.
Permalink Reply by Snagg on December 18, 2009 at 11:52am
Last time I went to the theater, it was to see Larry the Cable Guy, a true-blue Good Ol' Boy.
My IQ dropped a hundred points for the next 48 hours. I'd've stayed smarter if I HAD been shot in the head. So much for "free" tickets - That debacle cost me valuable time that could have been spent pointing out that "The South Risin' Again" has delivered unto us Gingrich, DeLay, Sanford, Lott, Dubya and, last but not worst, "Dukes of Hazzard" re-runs, just to name a few.
But I do like me a chicken-fried steak. Still can't match a Chicago-Style Hot Dog, though.
Permalink Reply by Snagg on December 18, 2009 at 12:18pm
I'm not even concerned about a load of Hot Wind outta the south. We Northerners are bred from some sturdy stock...We have to be able to handle ALL the seasons, y'know...
Snagg will be pleased to know that I found a web site (I forget the name) that rates radio shows. It's radio's equivalent to television's Nielsen Ratings. This site gives high marks for radio shows that have an out-of-state listenership. I looked up Snagg's show and learned that both his listeners were outside Illinois. Congratulations.
Permalink Reply by Snagg on December 18, 2009 at 10:58am
Would this be the same website that rates listener complaints about "unlistenable garbage"? I land high in those ratings, too.
That takes talent, you know. Most people just change the channel when they hear something they don't like, but it requires a really aggressively obnoxious attitude to make somebody go to the trouble of actually writing or phoning in to complain. Nice to know I've still got it.
Thanks, Larr. You just dialed the Anti-christmas Show up a notch or two. I'll be sure to give you some credit when it ruins even more people's evening than usual. You'll be famous for something besides staring at womens' breasts and whipping your elves.