Showing posts with label Feuds on Radio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Feuds on Radio. Show all posts

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Deconstructing the Sarah and Vinnie Titanic on Alice Radio Because Someone Had To

 A reader tipped me off that the dynamic duo of faux shock and awe on Alice Radio's dreadful, "Sarah and Vinnie" referred to me, indirectly, (cowards), last week during their dreck toilet play that sounds like some hissy fit between a male and female yenta out of Bakersfield.


Here's the link: listen, beginning around 6: 30.


As I have mentioned here too many times, I have tried hard to listen to this his-and-her pedantic audio bludgeon but it was so bad it literally induced me to sleep to a point where a Janet Reno wet dream was more compelling. Typical shit SF FM radio minutiae personified.


Ironically, a tipster who roams the halls of the CBS TV/Radio studio outpost at 855 Battery said the gruesome twosome were feuding. The zaftig one, who looks as if she swallowed half of El Capitan steals quite a bit more cash than her doofus partner, some Neanderthal dimwit, "Vinnie", straight out of the tourist portion of a Vegas IHop. Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass about either of 'em and even if I did I'd begin puking out the pig vomit both of them and their wussy interns spew forth. Thank God for Satellite radio.


And another thing, yenta #1 and you're pimply-faced "staff", if you going to play rough footsy with me and rip, at least have the balls and vagina to come at me directly --as if "that blogger" gave you any satisfaction and that your boss had to call you into the office to see what was going on. Dummies.


I called you out and the story about your internal bitching is good. If you want to play hard ball then you might want to do a better background check on some of your past human anal warts who provided me the goods. Other than that, have a nice day and get your toilet fixed-- there's a lot of leaks in it. Not than it really matters.


Furthermore when you get a show that's a quarter listenable without the half-baked bleeps and fake and manufactured sexual dog shit, I'll try to stomach myself to give you guys a second chance. On second thought, go back to the hotel and gorge on a box of Cheetos. I have things to do. Have a nice day.


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