Pride Night Review

Wow about sums up what tonight was... pure WOW. The first hour of the show featured the PRIDE Alliance from GMU(George Mason University). Ben, Marie, and Robert introduced "Pride Week" which is currently going on from March 30th - April 4th. They talked about all the events that are happening this week and explained what their expectations are for each event. If you are interested in Pride Alliance or just "Pride Week" head over here. We really enjoyed having them on the show and explaining what it is that they do at GMU.
The second half of the show is were things went from a professional/serious tone to one of humor and jokes. We started it off with the Daily Update were we learned that:

• The "conficker virus" should be called the cock blocking virus
• All those still counting ballots in Minnesota were doomed to get it
• Motorized bar stools and beer(15 of them) go well together
• Its the new thing to fall asleep in the baggage compartment of an airplane
• And that not everyone loves Sarah Palin and she is finally starting to catch on

We had another great addition of "Cue the pics" which lead to many weird and funny catch phrases but the laughter really came when we did John's new segment: "Kyle would you tap that?". I got to pick from 2 elderly women, a slut, a dog, and the ultimate choice Prince or MJ. I choose Prince with a bag over his head. Good times Good times.

Finally to top the evening off we did another new segment called "What were you thinking". It was my take on a women busting her husband for cheating using google earth's street view option. During my rant we learned that Google is god- like: all knowing and all seeing. Google's scoop is never ending and will catch you every time. So the point of the story is: you cant mess with google... ever. I mean it. You just become the next victim of Google in your face.

With that said this concludes the review of Pride Night. Please download the show at Woodbridge Late Night. Enjoy and until next time(Friday morning) kick ass.

Cue the pics for April 1st!

Dear, Kyle. Would you tap that? Like the fist of an angry God? Or with 50 crowbars? #1

FINAL ROUND!!!!





PRINCE OR




...oh my

Pics of the cats that were not hiding

Ebonie

Clown

Alastor

Gentlemen

John & Kyle

This pic best sums up the two hosts of Woodbridge Late Night

It is okay. We still accept you.

A reaction from the show.



Soo lul.

Where's My Money Bitch - the band VS. GIRUGAMESH (March 30th A PARTY IN YOUR MOUTH)

Dear blog blog blog

Guest-less on my half from horrible inconsistencies in contacting people at appropriate times to (network and whore with finesse) and groggier than your best friends ferret you insisted bringing along after hot boxing your mom's mini-van. We had a whirligig of topics to juggle, some digested with a break down of net memes (comparing the failing economy and the electric car to pikachus and mudkips) and others people happened to find unlubed to the point of anal tearing. "RENT WAS A FUCKING HORRIBLE MOVIE!! I AM IN DESPAIR!!" Then I realized how much of my bad associations root from even worst shit that convinces me that I am probably going to hell. Making a the champagne spray of ammo unleashed upon a helping nursing home synonymous to a trope display only hollered by the sunlight avoidant Halo nerds upon raiding in the name of their fake girlfriends. "KILLING SPREE!! ...but SERIOUSLY guize she lives in CANADA lolol!!!1one11!".

Kyle gently introduced the news, my headset delivered a spit loogie of volume for some reason and reoccurring guests Savio and Mario (whos names oddly share end rhyme) warbled over the spectrum of things we share a boiling rage for (automated voices), things we wish were explained in DBZ (Does Piccolo's dick look like a pickle? But if the Namik race is asexual do they even have them? How do they make wee wee? etc), people we practically failed to grant anonymity too (Definitely don't mean that triffilin' hoe, you know the one), and our abilities to flex an argument held in a vague vomit of stereotypical Asian dialects. 'RICE RICE RICE RICE RICE RICE RICE'.

Through the dusty conglomeration of things discussed in a gel of; half business and half party (a really fucked up party) nature, the show morphed into a very lively mullet of a situation. We also never got our critique, but learned something more important tonight; that it doesn't matter what the color of your skin is, as long as you hate RENT > THE HAPPENING > SPIRITED KILLER. All in that order.

LOVE
-John




GO EQUALITY

Cue The Pics for March 30th

The Outline for March 30th

Tonight I would like to find out what has been working and not working for the show so far. I am very curious as to find out what people think of the "Cue the Pics" segment and whether it should stay or go. Also I would like to know what you the listeners would like to see done on the show. All of this and the following will be covered on tonight's show:

• The Daily Update
• Today in History
• The Weekend in Review
• Down with Michelle(A critique)
  
• And much much more.
  

Cue The Pics for March 28th

"There is always room for more"

I couldn't agree more.



The convince of screencapping.

This is why you work for Hooters / This is why schooling systems can't bring up anal

Two quick stories for you.

This morning I miss a couple of buses and slink into the well organized gas station for some coffee and trail mix to dodge the pounding wet licks from above. In the middle of having my receipt handed to me a car pulls over the shoulder without breaking and lands into opposing traffic. Then in the middle of all the blaring combo of car horns, skidding rubber slapping wet pavement and all the swerving a Hooters waiters flees her car like a frightened gazelle almost getting flattened by several minivans filled with scared and perverted children. "MOMMY, DON'T DRIVE AWAY!!" I of course did the most altruistic thing as she barges into the gas station ecstatic and also happy that she did get in a crash needing 5 on pump 10 and laughed to myself then walked outside and took a picture on my phone. The best part was... there were... only 8 pumps.




I find myself with two classmates making a Vaseline run for an entire classroom between the awkward angular, rich but hilarious deadpan German coo's of "YA YA" along to techno music and the pause you have to take registering why someone has fishing rods, some clearly unused hi-heels and a thief's mask in their back seat. Soon this empty space of oddities gets colored by our cackling as we line up 12 items, all Vaseline, along the conveyor belt each contained by dividers. The moment swells like a teenage acne breakout upon my female classmate having to tell the cashier to pay for them separately as she produces a wad of dollar bills, "All of this is for a little group fun." I could of cried from laughing to hard. I did. The tears tasted like win.

At first I was like- then I serioused the fuck up. (March 27th Hindsight)

Dear blog blog,

Tonights show went well, with out prior planning and tossing absolute caution to the wind we allowed our callers to chip in whatever they wished to voice out on air. We talked about the abomination that is known as Dragon Ball Evolution and even got to toss in some cleverly unexpected Wookie soundbites into the fold of chatter. I had toned down any innotations from my unforturnate bowel attack through out the show, which at 6 points through out you can hear me either leaving the room or the distance whir of toilet flushing vibrating off into the phone. At one point I found myself over heating and having to strip loose of my clothing attempting to suck the cold from the floor tiles. The gutteral howl "BOB SAGET", my first reaction to having too much bran. I didn't even quite comprehend it. As soon as I noticed we still had an hour to cover I strolled back into my bedroom and meshed back into the show as if my entire intestinal track wasn't getting me the middle finger. Smoooooth. All in all, 54 squares of not-so-forgivingly-gentle-sheets of Charmin, a couple of double takes at uncomfortably close yet curious reads of my stool and unforgivingly muddled jaw agaped google references on spot of flags and key terms 'What was I just saying? I forgot 2 and a half minutes ago." I find another fun show done as I type this blog particially dehydrated and disturbingly craving more bran as if I didn't learn my lesson.

Love
-John



Pre-consumption, in conjunction to 3 bowls of bran.



I remember when Dragonball was cooooool man, cooooool.



How I showed love to the Gov.

John's Car and Vasaline Story

These are pics that John and I will talk about on tonight's show, some relate to pass shows and some for tonight. Enjoy.