9/9/11

Roy's Radio


Joke #1 - “…And this one goes out to Brad from Trudy. Trudy writes: ‘I remember this song was playing the first time we did it in the back of your car. I just hope my boyfriend Roy isn’t listening. Love, Trudy.’ This one’s for you and Brad and Trudy. And now here’s My Boyfriend’s a Dork, Let’s Lave Sex in the Back of Your Car, by The Romancers…”


Joke #2 - "You’re listening to Radio KLSR, LOSER radio. Rock and roll music played at low volume for dorks who's parents don't let them listen to listen to rock and roll. We’re in song two of our ‘whisper hour’ and this one comes from Cliff Richard. By the way, your mother is probably an overprotective shrew. Now, here comes the music…”

Joke #3 - 1948 Failed Product of the Year: The Second Base Training Simulator.

Jokes #4, 5 and 6 comes to us courtesy of First-Time Commenter (FTC) John Josef. Thanks John. Please come again!

Joke #4 - "Yeah, that's right, my portable phone is a success! Sure, you can come over and see it!" *click* "Gosh I wish I had friends..."

Joke #5 - Roy's parents became increasingly concerned about his social life. He never dated, just spending all of his time talking to that strange box...
Joke #6 - Roy likes to turn the knobs.

Joke #7 comes from another new associate: Jim Dillon. Welcome aboard, Jim! - Hickey-Hider Strategy #11. Too warm out for turtlenecks? Follow the tack shown here. If parents seem likely to ask you to put the radio down, sing along loudly and dance your way out of the room.

Joke #8 is a nicely obscure one from good old CraigF! If you'd hoped to stump me, MISSION NOT ACCOMPLISHED! Good golly miss Molly! My frikkin ponderous hat is off to you, sir!
"I want a goddamn concerted effort to come out of a record, that isn't a... a fucking up-tempo record , every time I do a goddamn ...DEATH Dedication! This is the last goddamn time. I want somebody to use his fucking brain to not come out of a goddamn record that is a ... up-tempo, and I gotta talk about a fucking dog dying!  "

[Commenter jokes will be added to the post -Mgmt.]

4 comments:

John Josef said...

"Yeah, that's right, my portable phone is a success! Sure, you can come over and see it!" *click* "Gosh I wish I had friends..."

or

Roy's parents became increasingly concerned about his social life. He never dated, just spending all of his time talking to that strange box...

or

Roy likes to turn the knobs.

Jim Dillon said...

Hickey-Hider Strategy #11

Too warm out for turtlenecks? Follow the tack shown here. If parents seem likely to ask you to put the radio down, sing along loudly and dance your way out of the room.

Craig F. said...

I want a goddamn concerted effort to come out of a record, that isn't a... a fucking up-tempo record , every time I do a goddamn ...DEATH Dedication! This is the last goddamn time. I want somebody to use his fucking brain to not come out of a goddamn record that is a ... up-tempo, and I gotta talk about a fucking dog dying!

PhilAreGo@gmail.com said...

Your comment was ponderous, man. Frikkin PONDEROUS!

Good pull, man!

[-Mgmt]

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