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fandom_radio2016-03-12 09:55 am
talentforlying) wrote in fandom_radio2016-03-12 09:55 am
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WTFH, Saturday, March 12th
The fuck am I up so early? Don't you lot know we have to deal with the stupid fucking Daylight Savings shite tomorrow? A bloke's gotta get all the sleep he can.
Morning, Fandom, and once again it's John Constantine and the Radio Squirrel Review, with all the gossip that's unfit to print, so instead we broadcast it.
*squirrel cheers*
I give up.
Up at the school, Advanced Driver's Ed got to fly an airplane, which sounds like a terrible idea. Defending Against Magic learns about wards and get to figure out how to use them -- Bob, you mad bastard, that should have been lesson number two, right after 'magic is insane don't do it' -- and 20th Century American History did boot camp! Xanthippe's like "but it's history class" and Steve told her to basically walk-it-off, only in that nice way of his. Steve, 'm with the hippie girl. Some of us just aren't meant for boot camp. Or following orders in general. For once it was quiet in the library, so Lucille read poetry.
In the dorms, Kathy had a few dresses and was trying them on, trying to decide what to wear for Prom. I missed out on that particular tradition in high school, and yet, I think I'm the better off for that.
In town, Tony's at Stark Industries watching 24-hour news networks like a fucking addict. The world is shit, man, just get used to it. There was a whole bunch of pie at Luke's, since Parker's making the kitchen staff practice for Pie Day on Monday. Damn. Why didn't you fuzz buckets grab any for me?
*squirrel noises*
I don't care, the least you could have done was bring me some pie for breakfast if you're going to make me report on it. Assholes.
Anyway, Jon was in the park feeding the ducks tuppence a baa-- no, I'm not bloody singing like Julie Fucking Andrews, especially since you didn't bring me any damn pie.
*sad squirrel sounds*
Anyway. Kaylin wonders if he's supposed to be feeding them, and they talk about whether doing good turns balances out bad deeds. For fuck's sake, Jon...
Then Didi shows up and claims a spot on the bench, speculating that one of the ducks might've been around since they were students, so they muse about its ducky descendants until she congratulates him on the upcoming wedding, and then it gets kind of awkward and sad when she says that Hannibal isn't who she'd have picked out for Jono, but it's all good so long as he makes sure Jono gets downtime and-- are these squirrel tears on these notes? Seriously?
*tiny sobs*
No, stop crying. Aw...fuck. Jon, Dee, look what you did to the bloody squirrels. Look at them. It's fucking pitiful, and I don't even like the wankers.
Last but not least, Bob said he's wasn't sure if it's a waste of bread or the ducks' time, and wondered if bread is even good for them. Jono says people eat junk food all the time, so what's the big deal -- fucking right! -- and also wonders if Bob wants to feed the ducks. Bob, can you possess a duck? Because that would be fucking hilarious.
That's it, Fandom. John Constantine and the Sobbing Squirrel Review, signing off.
*click*
Morning, Fandom, and once again it's John Constantine and the Radio Squirrel Review, with all the gossip that's unfit to print, so instead we broadcast it.
*squirrel cheers*
I give up.
Up at the school, Advanced Driver's Ed got to fly an airplane, which sounds like a terrible idea. Defending Against Magic learns about wards and get to figure out how to use them -- Bob, you mad bastard, that should have been lesson number two, right after 'magic is insane don't do it' -- and 20th Century American History did boot camp! Xanthippe's like "but it's history class" and Steve told her to basically walk-it-off, only in that nice way of his. Steve, 'm with the hippie girl. Some of us just aren't meant for boot camp. Or following orders in general. For once it was quiet in the library, so Lucille read poetry.
In the dorms, Kathy had a few dresses and was trying them on, trying to decide what to wear for Prom. I missed out on that particular tradition in high school, and yet, I think I'm the better off for that.
In town, Tony's at Stark Industries watching 24-hour news networks like a fucking addict. The world is shit, man, just get used to it. There was a whole bunch of pie at Luke's, since Parker's making the kitchen staff practice for Pie Day on Monday. Damn. Why didn't you fuzz buckets grab any for me?
*squirrel noises*
I don't care, the least you could have done was bring me some pie for breakfast if you're going to make me report on it. Assholes.
Anyway, Jon was in the park feeding the ducks tuppence a baa-- no, I'm not bloody singing like Julie Fucking Andrews, especially since you didn't bring me any damn pie.
*sad squirrel sounds*
Anyway. Kaylin wonders if he's supposed to be feeding them, and they talk about whether doing good turns balances out bad deeds. For fuck's sake, Jon...
Then Didi shows up and claims a spot on the bench, speculating that one of the ducks might've been around since they were students, so they muse about its ducky descendants until she congratulates him on the upcoming wedding, and then it gets kind of awkward and sad when she says that Hannibal isn't who she'd have picked out for Jono, but it's all good so long as he makes sure Jono gets downtime and-- are these squirrel tears on these notes? Seriously?
*tiny sobs*
No, stop crying. Aw...fuck. Jon, Dee, look what you did to the bloody squirrels. Look at them. It's fucking pitiful, and I don't even like the wankers.
Last but not least, Bob said he's wasn't sure if it's a waste of bread or the ducks' time, and wondered if bread is even good for them. Jono says people eat junk food all the time, so what's the big deal -- fucking right! -- and also wonders if Bob wants to feed the ducks. Bob, can you possess a duck? Because that would be fucking hilarious.
That's it, Fandom. John Constantine and the Sobbing Squirrel Review, signing off.
*click*