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October 09, 2002
Radio High Maintence
There has been lots of stuff in the media lately about morning-show radio DJs being incredibly inappropriate, and doing stupid pranks that cause them to lose their job. It has made me think about when I was in a morning show contest, which I won! So the morning started out with men calling, complaining about how high-maintenance the women in their lives were. This, of course, prompted the women to begin calling, telling everyone about how the men in their lives were hard to keep. Eventually, this turned into a contest to find the highest maintenance man in Houston. So of course, I had to call about my boyfriend at the time. I actually went into the bathroom with the cordless phone, and live on the air, read the labels of all the little bottles of stuff (all 56 of them) and explained that his showers could go on for 90 minutes at a time (No, I don't know why I put up with that shit. I wouldn't now!). I won the contest, and got a t-shirt and tickets to some concert, but I didn't get to go, because my officially high-maintenance boyfriend refused to go with me. He was really pissed at me for telling the truth on Houston's Number One Radio Station. Rightfully so... he was teased for months! Posted by timbrat • 01:54 PM
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