Good golly, miss lady... Molly? Holly? Heck, call yourself Sholly for all I care. I won't remember it. I won't acknowledge it. I'll just keep on blabbering on about me and nothing or me doing nothing... typical radio numbskull. You know, sometimes when I listen back to this show, as I will ocassionally do to spot check the levels before I put it up, I am reminded that even though people are listening, nobody should be probably. I mean, I make myself giggle and chortle and other synonyms for laughter. But there is no reason a sane individual should chuckle at my idiocy. Some of my tangents are dead ends and most of my so called jokes fall flat. I LOVE IT! My favourite shows are the ones that I think suck. I don't know why. Tonight, I am as unprepared and poorly informed as ever, and my guest, as nice as he is, couldn't pull this baby out of the dumpster. Sorry Mark.