BASICALLY IT'S AN IQ TEST WITH ACTUAL CONSEQUENCES
Of course, when the men came calling for the cash, station brass explained that the offer was a practical joke, just a wacky radio stunt.
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Of course, when the men came calling for the cash, station brass explained that the offer was a practical joke, just a wacky radio stunt.
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Moron.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | September 27, 2010 at 06:00 PM
WOW!
Posted by: Dad-O-Lot | September 27, 2010 at 06:00 PM
Wow. That's a whole different color of special.
Posted by: Diva | September 27, 2010 at 06:02 PM
Iowa - Land of inbreeding. And this guy is at the *top* of his gene pool?
Posted by: Pirateboy | September 27, 2010 at 06:10 PM
And he had all his teeth pulled for an Orbit gum promotion.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | September 27, 2010 at 06:22 PM
On the inside of his head it says: "This space for rent"
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 27, 2010 at 06:25 PM
Believing anything DJs say is an IQ test. Many people fail.
Posted by: Alyzabeth | September 27, 2010 at 06:31 PM
Well there's this country station -- WCED, "The Seed" -- offering cash if I get their logo tattooed on my scrotum; is that also a bad idea?
Posted by: Martini Shark | September 27, 2010 at 06:37 PM
MS - yes, because you don't have enough room.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 27, 2010 at 06:42 PM
Listen, he's being about as useful as could possibly be, so give him a break. And don't forget he gets a cookie every two hours.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 27, 2010 at 07:27 PM
And, um, what is that coming out of the right side of his neck??
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 27, 2010 at 07:45 PM
PLUS, he got to experience something like this.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 27, 2010 at 07:58 PM
Eeek! Dr. Frankenstein put the screws in the wrong place.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 27, 2010 at 08:13 PM
*wonders how Annie knows the size of Sharkie's scrotum*
Posted by: Siouxie | September 27, 2010 at 08:16 PM
The water was cold!
Posted by: Martini Shark | September 27, 2010 at 09:26 PM
Enough about the tattoo, but why is he green?
Posted by: Elon | September 27, 2010 at 09:34 PM
You told me, Siouxie. You probably forgot because you were unboxing some wine. :)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 27, 2010 at 09:59 PM
Musta been that time at the kilt bar. Sharkie?? were you wearing one? I forgets.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 27, 2010 at 10:09 PM
Boy, I have a newfound respect for people who get tatoos (MTB's link above...the horrors). I bet our friend above had teeth before his forehead tatoo. He probably screamed them out.
Posted by: LeDud | September 27, 2010 at 10:12 PM
Dumbass lumpkin. Failed to think before he inked.
Yeah, model cop is on.
Posted by: Loudmouth | September 27, 2010 at 10:24 PM
Yes, at the kilt bar. Sharkie was wearing one, at least for a little while.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 27, 2010 at 10:32 PM
Another genius.
Posted by: Ralph | September 27, 2010 at 10:36 PM
BEST. STORY. EVER.
and siouxie, when were you at a kilt bar and i wasn't invited? i'm horribly miffed...
Posted by: nora | September 27, 2010 at 10:41 PM
Separated at birth?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 27, 2010 at 10:54 PM
Sharkie, got any pictures?
Posted by: nursecindy | September 27, 2010 at 10:56 PM
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAHT A MAROON!
Posted by: ArcticAl | September 27, 2010 at 11:21 PM
nora, I believe you were there the last time *I* was. You may have forgotten Sharkie's kilt as well. Alcohol was involved.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 27, 2010 at 11:21 PM
Kilts. Drinkage. The horribly
muffedmiffed. And you won't remember it, so it's always fresh.That's why we calls it Today’s Best Variety!
Posted by: danceswithvowels | September 27, 2010 at 11:35 PM
Meanie...The resemblance struck me too.
Although the potato seems a bit more urbane...
Posted by: Betsy | September 28, 2010 at 12:00 AM
"MS - yes, because you don't have enough room"
Annie WBH...you are not only a beautiful woman, but you also have a keen wit...I could not have said it better...
Posted by: Afkat | September 28, 2010 at 03:36 AM
I had a kilt, but then the manager informed me it was not headgear.
Posted by: Martini Shark | September 28, 2010 at 07:36 AM
Loved Meanie's "Worst Tattoo Customer Ever" video.
Genius.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | September 28, 2010 at 07:42 AM
cannot get any more stupido. what a maroon.
Posted by: queensbee | September 28, 2010 at 07:50 AM
Visible tattoos are nature's way of identifying people who don't want steady, paying jobs.
Posted by: Steve | September 28, 2010 at 09:30 AM
The potato can get a job.
Posted by: Loudmouth | September 28, 2010 at 09:35 AM
What I want to know is how mtb found that priceless bit of Americana. Sure to be in the Smithsonian Collection of MyFaceSpaceTubeYouBook snippets.
Posted by: bonmot | September 28, 2010 at 10:17 AM
btw, I believe the thing around his neck is a tracheotomy collar.
Posted by: nursecindy | September 28, 2010 at 01:24 PM
Maybe he can run for public office as the Seed Party candidate.
Posted by: Marc | September 28, 2010 at 07:52 PM
I had to have it so I hatched a plan, Lara came over after work and I had set the mood perfectly, I ran her a bath with oils and filled the bathroom and bedroom with candles, her favourite champagne chilling in the fridge. She grinned at me when I handed her the champagne and told her to get in the bath.
And it grated.
Posted by: Brook | October 02, 2010 at 12:01 PM
"Wow, I would love to have been there. So what happened?"
Joanne screamed again, then managed to twist her head to see that he had indeed left the portable handset on the bed beside her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered as she pushed her upper body up onto her elbows and grasped the phone, dialling her home number. It rang for a bit, then the bleary voice of her husband answered.
Posted by: Camren | October 02, 2010 at 12:09 PM
As she began to buck back against him, her pussy shivering around his dick in orgasm, Rob was reluctant to pull out but he knew what he really wanted. Pulling out... a slight shift... and she howled as her orgasm was split by the painful pleasure of her ass being opened up by an angry dick. Wendy squealed as her body took him into her tighter hole, a fast hard thrust that knocked the wind out of her and made her tighten down on him even more. They both groaned and panted, her ass rippling around him as she continued to orgasm through his onslaught; he began thrusting slickly in and out of her ass, her insides burned and cramped but it just pushed her orgasm higher.
"Okay."
“Ohh yeah Cathy.” Tracy’s eyes closed as Cathy nursed on her. Cathy was not sure what to do but she relaxed and let go. Her hands slid up Tracy’s body and across her bare skin. She began to explore as she moved from nipple to nipple. Her hands ran freely across her stomach and arms. Gliding over her back and neck down to her breasts. It was Tracy’s turn to squirm.
Posted by: Barbara | October 09, 2010 at 06:38 AM
According to the guidelines from Monash University
Pittsburgh, in joint action with Mellon Bank Corp., also in Pittsburgh, is
Posted by: Destin | October 31, 2010 at 09:10 AM