Cheeeeeeeeeers and a Happy Post-Super Bowl Monday to you all!!
I bet many of you who are reading this, have a hangover, which is good, because this post only gets worse from here, and so will your hangover!!
And you know what? I find that fucking funny.
Seriously…
Of late, the Monday IWS Radio website post has revolved around a recap of the Sunday IWS radio show broadcast, which of course, we didn't do yesterday because most Americans were watching the Super Bowl.
So…
I have to think of something else to write about. Which of course, isn't fair, hmmmmmmm?
Y’know?
I should still be allowed to write about last night’s IWS Radio show…even though we didn't have one, because…
I bet if we had broadcast a show last night, it would have been awesome!!
Jay would have opined; I would have pontificated, and the audience would have laugh until they stopped.
But alas…
We didn't do a show on which to report, so instead…
I am left here to type in a manner that merely gets the word count of this essay up to a level which makes it appear as though I put some real thought and effort into this post.
And in fact, not including the sentence that you are currently reading, I am up to 203 words, which proves something that I have known all along…
I can say nothing as well as anyone…or is it anybody? Those two words have always confused me. Anyhoo…
Jayman and I will be doing a show this coming Sunday, February 9th as we celebrate Valentine’s Day, and how it’s a fucking bullshit holiday that revolves around women demanding a price tag on their love, and if it is not met?
Their significant other is a dead man.
Yeah…Valentine’s Day is full of love. Full of men getting kicked in the emotional junk and left needing a Viagra just in order to get it up enough to not pee all over their own feet.
I remember buying flowers for my wife one Valentine’s Day…They were elegant, well crafted, and the most beautiful shade of red I had ever seen.
Unfortunately…
I found out post roso facto, that that year she was in to yellow roses, and evidently my red roses were a big “fuck you” to her yellow rose fascination, of which, I knew nothing about.
That was years ago, but yeah, you guessed it…she’s still a cunt.
Anyway, as I really have nothing to say tonight, I’ll just end it here, and invite you all to listen to Jayman and I next Sunday from 8-10 PM ET…
We will have a hilarious, heart-felt Valentine’s Day themed show, which may or may not include midgets with big hearts, along with huge assed wives who have no souls.
Until then…
Cheers!!
Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@MattMan_IWS
My Facebook Page
I bet many of you who are reading this, have a hangover, which is good, because this post only gets worse from here, and so will your hangover!!
And you know what? I find that fucking funny.
Seriously…Of late, the Monday IWS Radio website post has revolved around a recap of the Sunday IWS radio show broadcast, which of course, we didn't do yesterday because most Americans were watching the Super Bowl.
So…
I have to think of something else to write about. Which of course, isn't fair, hmmmmmmm?
Y’know?
I should still be allowed to write about last night’s IWS Radio show…even though we didn't have one, because…
I bet if we had broadcast a show last night, it would have been awesome!!
Jay would have opined; I would have pontificated, and the audience would have laugh until they stopped.
But alas…
We didn't do a show on which to report, so instead…
I am left here to type in a manner that merely gets the word count of this essay up to a level which makes it appear as though I put some real thought and effort into this post.
And in fact, not including the sentence that you are currently reading, I am up to 203 words, which proves something that I have known all along…
I can say nothing as well as anyone…or is it anybody? Those two words have always confused me. Anyhoo…
Jayman and I will be doing a show this coming Sunday, February 9th as we celebrate Valentine’s Day, and how it’s a fucking bullshit holiday that revolves around women demanding a price tag on their love, and if it is not met?
Their significant other is a dead man.
Yeah…Valentine’s Day is full of love. Full of men getting kicked in the emotional junk and left needing a Viagra just in order to get it up enough to not pee all over their own feet.I remember buying flowers for my wife one Valentine’s Day…They were elegant, well crafted, and the most beautiful shade of red I had ever seen.
Unfortunately…
I found out post roso facto, that that year she was in to yellow roses, and evidently my red roses were a big “fuck you” to her yellow rose fascination, of which, I knew nothing about.
That was years ago, but yeah, you guessed it…she’s still a cunt.
Anyway, as I really have nothing to say tonight, I’ll just end it here, and invite you all to listen to Jayman and I next Sunday from 8-10 PM ET…
We will have a hilarious, heart-felt Valentine’s Day themed show, which may or may not include midgets with big hearts, along with huge assed wives who have no souls.
Until then…
Cheers!!
Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@MattMan_IWS
My Facebook Page
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