I am starring at one of my coworkers through a 3 inch thick piece of glass. He has a microphone in front of him.
He uses his microphone like a 12 year old uses a fleshlight-with awkward motions that produce no orgasmic results until an hour & a bottle of lotion has been extinguished.
How does an anarchist survive working at a conservative radio station where Rush Limbaugh is considered a God? He flips off his co-workers when his co-workers cannot see him. It could be worse, I could be back over at the Espanol station getting a headache from the Regional Spanish format that I was paid to listen too.
Bitch, bitch, bitch. That is all I do. I do have a large arsenal of current event knowledge that I dispense to my friends when we are out and about, making light of 20 dead bodies found in Guadalajara (which is not an easy task). Oh wait, that is right, I do not have any friends. I do have my dog, I think she likes me.
Going back to the guy I am staring at right now. He is so god-blessed lame. His monotone voice makes me want to swallow glass without even telling my loved one's goodbye first. His 3 hour show usually receives less than two calls, yet I am here producing the shit out of this shitball show. When I say producing I mean playing youtube clips of Newt Gingrich and typing this bitch-blog on EbaumsWorld.
I wonder whatever happened to Eric Ebaum after he was ran out of his website. Does anyone know what Eric Ebaum is up to these days?