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fandom_radio2016-02-20 09:46 am
talentforlying) wrote in fandom_radio2016-02-20 09:46 am
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WTFH, Saturday, Feb 20th.
*sounds of microphone feedback*
G'morning Fandom. Y'know, when I say I've got all the news that's unfit for print, that really isn't a challenge to try and get me to read about your sexcapades on air. For those of you that don't know what's going on, don't worry, you'll be back to yourself soon enough. The island is just fucking with everyone again, emphasis on the 'fucking.'
So let's get this over with. We only had two classes up at the school today. American History hit the Danger Shop to practice flirting their way through the 1940s at the Stork Club. Going virtual for flirting? Kinky, Steve. Meanwhile, Defending Yourself Against Magic tried some meditation. Yeah, good luck with that. In my end of the building at the library, Lucille was freaked out that the books were behaving for once. They're probably terrified of all the teenage hormones running rampant.
Dorms...where all you kids are probably getting more than us adults. Room 322 had a busy afternoon. Dante finally started to figure out that there was something out of the ordinary this week -- really? Really? -- as pondered a blue rose he received on Sunday while blaring music. Secret admirer? Cute. I didn't think kids still did that. Then Anders came back to the room and explained to Dante what was up with the pollen. And after discussing how threesomes happen to Dante -- hint, you ask, kids. It's not hard -- they... they got down to business, if you know what I mean. Dammit, Leroy, stop that. That is not a sexy dance in any sense of the words 'sexy' or 'dance.' Then Ringo showed up to complain about the music, which just escalated because shit, you don't try to turn off a guy's stereo. Then there were attempts at punching and then kissing, but thankfully Dante was now clued into the fucking shite the island was pulling and sent her home. Gold star, kid.
In Room 206, Isabela fictionally projected the good times she'd been having this week onto others by writing some fanfiction about a certain pair of Jedi teachers. I'm not sure if this is hilarious or super-hilarious. And April decided that the only way to deal with this week was to hit the dorm pool and swim it off. Sweetheart, next time just go straight for the cold shower. It's faster and more direct.
*papers rustling*
Oh thank fuck, now it's on to town where I can talk about the sex lives of my peers, and not underage kids.
Mike was getting some 'woodworking' done on Phoenix Way... oh, wait, no, actual woodworking as in a furniture order was due. Mike, I just want to put it out there that I enjoy fine craftsmanship. At the Devil's Nest -- hello, Eric! -- Allie was turning down Tiny and the DJ by reaching for her sword. Allie, I don't know how to tell you this, but some men find that thing kind of hot. Anyway, she was sending out text messages when she wasn't threatening her coworkers, out of sheer frustration. At Luke's, Parker informed the staff that they are not allowed to make out on the job -- that just isn't nice, Parker, and Tamsin, the hottest fucking mayor in the world, was going around putting up posters for a BYOB party -- for the adults -- at her place on Saturday night, just like last year. Tamsin, you are a goddess among women, text me with what you want me to bring this time.
This is John Constantine signing off, folks. And if you're an adult of legal age and reasonably attractive... hell, you know where to find me any time.
*click*
G'morning Fandom. Y'know, when I say I've got all the news that's unfit for print, that really isn't a challenge to try and get me to read about your sexcapades on air. For those of you that don't know what's going on, don't worry, you'll be back to yourself soon enough. The island is just fucking with everyone again, emphasis on the 'fucking.'
So let's get this over with. We only had two classes up at the school today. American History hit the Danger Shop to practice flirting their way through the 1940s at the Stork Club. Going virtual for flirting? Kinky, Steve. Meanwhile, Defending Yourself Against Magic tried some meditation. Yeah, good luck with that. In my end of the building at the library, Lucille was freaked out that the books were behaving for once. They're probably terrified of all the teenage hormones running rampant.
Dorms...where all you kids are probably getting more than us adults. Room 322 had a busy afternoon. Dante finally started to figure out that there was something out of the ordinary this week -- really? Really? -- as pondered a blue rose he received on Sunday while blaring music. Secret admirer? Cute. I didn't think kids still did that. Then Anders came back to the room and explained to Dante what was up with the pollen. And after discussing how threesomes happen to Dante -- hint, you ask, kids. It's not hard -- they... they got down to business, if you know what I mean. Dammit, Leroy, stop that. That is not a sexy dance in any sense of the words 'sexy' or 'dance.' Then Ringo showed up to complain about the music, which just escalated because shit, you don't try to turn off a guy's stereo. Then there were attempts at punching and then kissing, but thankfully Dante was now clued into the fucking shite the island was pulling and sent her home. Gold star, kid.
In Room 206, Isabela fictionally projected the good times she'd been having this week onto others by writing some fanfiction about a certain pair of Jedi teachers. I'm not sure if this is hilarious or super-hilarious. And April decided that the only way to deal with this week was to hit the dorm pool and swim it off. Sweetheart, next time just go straight for the cold shower. It's faster and more direct.
*papers rustling*
Oh thank fuck, now it's on to town where I can talk about the sex lives of my peers, and not underage kids.
Mike was getting some 'woodworking' done on Phoenix Way... oh, wait, no, actual woodworking as in a furniture order was due. Mike, I just want to put it out there that I enjoy fine craftsmanship. At the Devil's Nest -- hello, Eric! -- Allie was turning down Tiny and the DJ by reaching for her sword. Allie, I don't know how to tell you this, but some men find that thing kind of hot. Anyway, she was sending out text messages when she wasn't threatening her coworkers, out of sheer frustration. At Luke's, Parker informed the staff that they are not allowed to make out on the job -- that just isn't nice, Parker, and Tamsin, the hottest fucking mayor in the world, was going around putting up posters for a BYOB party -- for the adults -- at her place on Saturday night, just like last year. Tamsin, you are a goddess among women, text me with what you want me to bring this time.
This is John Constantine signing off, folks. And if you're an adult of legal age and reasonably attractive... hell, you know where to find me any time.
*click*