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Fandom Radio, November 17
I GOT SEXED, BITCHES.
*cough* This is DJ Ash, reporting in over the airwaves for your knuckleheads news update. You got a problem with that? Go cry yourself into an emocoma in your own private rooms. Or maybe even in your own little private bubbles that I keep seeing popping up in public places. What the hell is up with that, kids? Seriously. Weird.
*sound of elephants trumpeting, followed by an explosion, then a hearty Ash laugh*
You want a witty line before I go into the first section of my broadcast? TOO BAD! I am not of the caring type tonight. All my love goes out to one Doctor Carter, or my sweet little Eighth. Everyone else? Bite me. Though you can bite me anytime too, Doctor Carter. Please. Call me?
*sounds of kissing, and some excited shouts of "Yes!"*
"Give Me Sugar, Baby!"
Did I mention I got some? I did. I got some last night. Some real good somethin' somethin'. She was like a machine, kids. Whooo-boy. Wow. Let me tell you. Amazing. Really amazing. Damn good. Par Excellence and stuff. Wham-Bam-Thank You Doctor Carter, again. Whoooooo-weeeeeee.
Skywalker, Texas Crossdresser got a special present today from an admirer. How nice of the freakboy.
Speaking of freaks, One ugly ass goldfish gets delivered to the Town bicycle. Maybe she's giving it out for pets, now?
CJ and Adam have a movie night. Innit that just precious. I wonder if Adam pulled that ole hole in the popcorn bag trick, heh.
"Does she have a full name, and if so how come why aren't we embarassing her with it" Cally takes a nap. And then gets awoken by her boyfriend, Samuel T. Anders, and they get nekkid! SCORE ONE FOR THE HOME TEAM, YEAH! *Cheering* ...I wonder what the T stands for, though. Tiberius?
Logan-who-was-never-any-sort-of-transmogrif... transmorgr... Screw it, the Uncool Logan and Allie had a romantic dinner. Given that it's Thanksgivin' season, I wonder if there was any stuffin' of the old turkey, if you get where I'm going.
Draco and Lily cooked themselves up a hot stupid helping of angstcakes. Veronica Mars, quietly trying to campaign for the position of new town bicycle, "talked" with a half-naked Rogue. "Talked." Riiiiiiiiight.
Sara Sidle, whom I like to think of as Cheetara -- you know "Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" -- She has a date with Doc Cockroach himself, a.k.a Gil Grissom.
Alright... moving on to our next segment...
::sound of School Bell, followed by snoring::
"Academics and the Suckers Who Actually Go To Class"
Kids... do you expect me to care about you classes, honestly?
What met today? Why, there was:
Music One-o-Dumb, Criminal Just-us-idiots, Journa-frakking-boring-lism, Quantum Phy-sucks, Biolo-gee-this-is-dull, Full-of-crap-osophy, Wanguages and Pussy... cats, Talking class, Blow-Stuff-Up Class, Criminolollogy, That class that teaches Women their true role in the home and kitchen, Starting a Small Failure, and the amazing disappearing Arthurian Crapsticks.
Oh, and Art Students got a break cause their teacher is the greatest man alive.
Study Hall report, which is much shorter than usual, because you kids are really damn boring today.
John and Rogue talk about going to Karaoke. My eyelids droop from the sheer boring thought of that conversation. YAWN, knuckleheads. YAWN.
Mother-Son chatting about the holidays. How cute.
The Cool Logan talks with Cole "Would lose a fight with Tina" Turner about evidence and then plays the worst game of charades ever with Beka "Space Hussy" Valentine.
Moving on to the final part of my broadcast tonight...
*trumpet fanfare, and then loud blender whirring, followed by a squelchy splat*
"I'd Drink That For A Dollar!"
Here it is, our very special section of all the random crap that doesn't fit anywhere else, slammed and blended together for your ease of consumption.
Shane "More Woman Than a Man Can Handle" McCutcheon got herself a room in the TARDIS. Ain't that awesome.
Lozenge, Kazoo, and Pavarotti repaired a fridge at the emporium. Bless their wee little hearts. Tex, former love of my life, wants strange things. This is unsurprising to the King.
Even though Red isn't crazy, it's like he ran one of those ads, where he says he's crazy, and has mad crazy sales, and mad crazy prices, cause Jesus' tits, there was a lot of customers there today.
Jake "I can grow boobies, so the King has no idea why I leave the house" Gavin was incoherent at Medusa "I'm scary enough that the King would need to put a bag over my head to have sex with me" St. Clair.
Tex makes a deposit... in her pants. Just kidding. It was in the bank. But I'm sure she was wearing pants at the time, maybe. So perhaps she still made a deposit in her pants, ha!
Callisto and Aeryn go at it. Sadly with clothes.
There is a Teddy Bear in the Dean's office.
Red Hot Pestilential Conversation Action between Crowley and Kiki. I swear, one of these days, those two are just going to make out like crazy.
Maia talks with the Blue Chick about stuff that would possibly be interesting if I cared. Which I don't. YAWN AGAIN. *sound of toilet flushing*
GOB goes to Sin. That pretty much sums it up. Karaoke is DAMN popular!
The Emo Kids are at it again. I plan on gatecrashing them with strippers sometime. Just to see what would happen. The other club of the day, as opposed to the one I saw Miss Sidle hitting a baby seal with, was The Science Club, where the geeks made tator cannons. Not as cool as tator tots. Mmmm, tator tots.
Also, The library was on fire.
In the sense that a lot of things were happening. It wasn't actually burning.
Sadly.
Our final note?
*compltely deadpan* Zee Oh Em Gee. Harvest Festival. Woo. That's what I have written here, folks. Whatever.
Well, that's all the news that they saw fit to throw on my desk here... If you did something you thought was so very special and it didn't get announced? Cry about it, knucklehead. The King makes the rules around here, And I rule with a godsdamn IRON FIST, SCREWHEADS!
Doctor Carter? Call Me? Please?
This is DJ Ash, signing off.
*whirring beeping sound of Pac-Man Dying*
*cough* This is DJ Ash, reporting in over the airwaves for your knuckleheads news update. You got a problem with that? Go cry yourself into an emocoma in your own private rooms. Or maybe even in your own little private bubbles that I keep seeing popping up in public places. What the hell is up with that, kids? Seriously. Weird.
*sound of elephants trumpeting, followed by an explosion, then a hearty Ash laugh*
You want a witty line before I go into the first section of my broadcast? TOO BAD! I am not of the caring type tonight. All my love goes out to one Doctor Carter, or my sweet little Eighth. Everyone else? Bite me. Though you can bite me anytime too, Doctor Carter. Please. Call me?
*sounds of kissing, and some excited shouts of "Yes!"*
"Give Me Sugar, Baby!"
Did I mention I got some? I did. I got some last night. Some real good somethin' somethin'. She was like a machine, kids. Whooo-boy. Wow. Let me tell you. Amazing. Really amazing. Damn good. Par Excellence and stuff. Wham-Bam-Thank You Doctor Carter, again. Whoooooo-weeeeeee.
Skywalker, Texas Crossdresser got a special present today from an admirer. How nice of the freakboy.
Speaking of freaks, One ugly ass goldfish gets delivered to the Town bicycle. Maybe she's giving it out for pets, now?
CJ and Adam have a movie night. Innit that just precious. I wonder if Adam pulled that ole hole in the popcorn bag trick, heh.
"Does she have a full name, and if so how come why aren't we embarassing her with it" Cally takes a nap. And then gets awoken by her boyfriend, Samuel T. Anders, and they get nekkid! SCORE ONE FOR THE HOME TEAM, YEAH! *Cheering* ...I wonder what the T stands for, though. Tiberius?
Logan-who-was-never-any-sort-of-transmogrif... transmorgr... Screw it, the Uncool Logan and Allie had a romantic dinner. Given that it's Thanksgivin' season, I wonder if there was any stuffin' of the old turkey, if you get where I'm going.
Draco and Lily cooked themselves up a hot stupid helping of angstcakes. Veronica Mars, quietly trying to campaign for the position of new town bicycle, "talked" with a half-naked Rogue. "Talked." Riiiiiiiiight.
Sara Sidle, whom I like to think of as Cheetara -- you know "Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" -- She has a date with Doc Cockroach himself, a.k.a Gil Grissom.
Alright... moving on to our next segment...
::sound of School Bell, followed by snoring::
"Academics and the Suckers Who Actually Go To Class"
Kids... do you expect me to care about you classes, honestly?
What met today? Why, there was:
Music One-o-Dumb, Criminal Just-us-idiots, Journa-frakking-boring-lism, Quantum Phy-sucks, Biolo-gee-this-is-dull, Full-of-crap-osophy, Wanguages and Pussy... cats, Talking class, Blow-Stuff-Up Class, Criminolollogy, That class that teaches Women their true role in the home and kitchen, Starting a Small Failure, and the amazing disappearing Arthurian Crapsticks.
Oh, and Art Students got a break cause their teacher is the greatest man alive.
Study Hall report, which is much shorter than usual, because you kids are really damn boring today.
John and Rogue talk about going to Karaoke. My eyelids droop from the sheer boring thought of that conversation. YAWN, knuckleheads. YAWN.
Mother-Son chatting about the holidays. How cute.
The Cool Logan talks with Cole "Would lose a fight with Tina" Turner about evidence and then plays the worst game of charades ever with Beka "Space Hussy" Valentine.
Moving on to the final part of my broadcast tonight...
*trumpet fanfare, and then loud blender whirring, followed by a squelchy splat*
"I'd Drink That For A Dollar!"
Here it is, our very special section of all the random crap that doesn't fit anywhere else, slammed and blended together for your ease of consumption.
Shane "More Woman Than a Man Can Handle" McCutcheon got herself a room in the TARDIS. Ain't that awesome.
Lozenge, Kazoo, and Pavarotti repaired a fridge at the emporium. Bless their wee little hearts. Tex, former love of my life, wants strange things. This is unsurprising to the King.
Even though Red isn't crazy, it's like he ran one of those ads, where he says he's crazy, and has mad crazy sales, and mad crazy prices, cause Jesus' tits, there was a lot of customers there today.
Jake "I can grow boobies, so the King has no idea why I leave the house" Gavin was incoherent at Medusa "I'm scary enough that the King would need to put a bag over my head to have sex with me" St. Clair.
Tex makes a deposit... in her pants. Just kidding. It was in the bank. But I'm sure she was wearing pants at the time, maybe. So perhaps she still made a deposit in her pants, ha!
Callisto and Aeryn go at it. Sadly with clothes.
There is a Teddy Bear in the Dean's office.
Red Hot Pestilential Conversation Action between Crowley and Kiki. I swear, one of these days, those two are just going to make out like crazy.
Maia talks with the Blue Chick about stuff that would possibly be interesting if I cared. Which I don't. YAWN AGAIN. *sound of toilet flushing*
GOB goes to Sin. That pretty much sums it up. Karaoke is DAMN popular!
The Emo Kids are at it again. I plan on gatecrashing them with strippers sometime. Just to see what would happen. The other club of the day, as opposed to the one I saw Miss Sidle hitting a baby seal with, was The Science Club, where the geeks made tator cannons. Not as cool as tator tots. Mmmm, tator tots.
Also, The library was on fire.
In the sense that a lot of things were happening. It wasn't actually burning.
Sadly.
Our final note?
*compltely deadpan* Zee Oh Em Gee. Harvest Festival. Woo. That's what I have written here, folks. Whatever.
Well, that's all the news that they saw fit to throw on my desk here... If you did something you thought was so very special and it didn't get announced? Cry about it, knucklehead. The King makes the rules around here, And I rule with a godsdamn IRON FIST, SCREWHEADS!
Doctor Carter? Call Me? Please?
This is DJ Ash, signing off.
*whirring beeping sound of Pac-Man Dying*
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