Why I Don't Listen to the Radio often...

Welcome to another "Beyond Rodney and Jim".

Okay, everyone who listens to the radio on the drive to work, RAISE YOUR HAND!

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All right, here's another question: Do any of the hosts on whatever radio show you listen to in the morning make you want to GO INTO THEIR RECORDING STUDIO AND PUSH THEM OUT A THIRD-STORY WINDOW?!!!

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Okay, just checking. See, I wake up to the radio in the morning, to the same song: "Girls in LA" by the Rockin' Horses. No, really, EVERY MORNING I hear that song. Then, I hear someone who sounds like an exhausted Santa Claus start talking:

Uh, heh heh, hullo there, Banama. It's 5:45 AM, and boy, er, what a lovely day it is, huh? Heh heh... yes sirree is it a nice day. Doh, anyway, for this lovely morning (isn't it though?), we're talking with Margaret Simms, age 85. Yep, this lady's getting old ain't she? Well, here she is...

So Santa-Claus-Man talks with this woman, who you barely hear talking. She wheezes and sneezes and coughs throughout the whole thing, and the host is completely clueless:

So, you getting along fine with Porgenia?

It's (wheeze) PROGERIA YOU MORO-(coughcoughwheezecoughchoke...THUMP)

Hullo? Hullllllllo? Oh, it looks like she hung up. Well, once again, beautiful morning, eh? Next up is our weather today, and then more Rockin' Horses, followed by...

This is why there's so many idiots out in the world today. Good thing I'm not one of...

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Hey, wait a second, what did you just call me?