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.
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