The Radio Show
Think of radio as a TV dinner. News is the Salisbury steak. Traffic, weather and sports are the whipped potatoes and corn bread. Obstructed View, the radio show, is the apple cobbler. Provided it doesn't overheat and bubble into the wax beans, it ends up being the best part.
You won't be subjected to political satire with Obstructed View. No incendiary sarcasm trying to take on the world or take down the status quo, either. Just some quirky observations from a guy whose ability to discern fact from fiction is about as reliable as his golf swing. All in all, it's a great way to spend three or four minutes of your day.
Plenty of apple cobbler for everyone.
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Chevy Kokomo
I may still purchase my breakfast cereals based on the quality of the prize in the box, but I'm not a total rube (does that make me a half-rube?); I understand the connotative value of these rugged western names: stamina, toughness, and dependability. Unfortunately for me, the Wild West also conjures up images of men scraping cattle poop out of their spurs and going to bed without flossing.
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Gas-X
Over the years, the good people at Walgreen's have labored tirelessly to help us ease the burden of skulking to the cash register with a box of Depends. By stocking the shelves with innocuous items such as Doritos and playing cards, they have provided the suffering patron with an out-clause. Now we are able to saunter to the cash register with a box of Depends and a Clark bar. Saunter vs. Skulk. The difference is palpable.
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Performance Artist Anxiety
In the world of performance art, funny isn't supposed to be funny. It's supposed to be cathartic or insightful. Sorry, but if I see a 210-pound naked woman on a pogo stick, I laugh. Right or wrong, that's just the way I am.
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Ready, Wilmington and Able
Not a week goes by that I don't receive a cheery correspondence from the good people of Wilmington, Delaware, better known as The Credit Card Capital of the World. Every time I head to the mailbox I am lauded for my hard work. I am congratulated on my success. I am reminded that I am pre-approved, pending the results of a brief questionnaire. I am also showered with airline miles, faux leather shaving kits and halogen reading lights that clamp right onto my Oprah's Book Club selection.
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