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>mr. midget predicted doom and gloom for black friday >sales. mr. midget was wrong again. local talk radio is >adrift in an ocean of ignorance, stupidity and >narcissum. from the midget of the morning to the lispy >marble mouth of saturday at the evangelical pig roast, >if you tune in, leave your brain at the beer cooler, >as do the screwy seniora from somers point and her >beer farting buddy, tony the tuna. over at the station >you can depend on for nothing, the over the hill mob >continues to unimpressidy outperform the midget and >the marble mouths. the saturday guy at the station >you can depend on for nothing, hard as it is >accomplish, is the dumbest of all. from a tongue too >large for his pie hole to a brain too small for cogent >thought, the former theater usher, zamboni driver, >otherwise menial laborer can't attract more >"enlightened" than the itty bitty brained, mucus >throat linda from nowhere, once referred to by a guest >of seth, as, "uneducated", as accurate an observation >and first impression one could achieve. yes. where is >ginny? we need her more than ever. she was the bet and >brightest in local talk radio. The midget was no match >for her. he fears her most because she knows things >about him that he wants kept in the closet. $10 rolls >of quarters intended for casino bus patrons were >irresistable to mr. and mrs. midget. just ask jack. >but don't tell rick or nancy. shhh. they've got their >own midget generated problems. shhh.

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