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The Classic Country 92.3 Promotional bake sale was picked up by the local internet media and all of a sudden, it's a big hit!  Mister X was in town over the weekend and we dedicated a great amount of time to perfecting the idea.  We finally came up with what we think is the ultimate promotion.  THE MILLION DOLLAR CUPCAKE.  This is the perfect fundraiser!  WE ONLY HAVE TO SELL ONE! Plus we have plenty of room for negotiation.

Someone has also suggested if the promotional budget bake sale goes bust we could have a garage sale to raise money for our promotional budget.  I have a couple of old KKRD and KEYN satin jackets, Tim Peters coffee mugs and other assorted trash and trinkets from the old days.  You know, the days before I didn't matter much.  I also have the actual Arbitron book where I actually had ratings!!!

I've always admired Mister X's clear thinking ability despite the fact he suffers from the Schlitz Syndrome.  He acquired this malady in high school when he was hit over the head with a beer bottle.  That's the same high school that displays a bronze statue of Mister X commemorating his days at SouthEast High School.  It's a shame the statue has been vandalized everyday since his graduation.

That's about all I have the energy to write to write today.  You may have heard that I was involved in an underground garage fashion show during the night.  I spent the entire night trying to escape and could never find the way out.  Thank God for an enlarged prostate so I could wake up to pee every hour.

That is all...Peters out!

 

Look Out Sara Lee...

I have made an executive decision...we are going to start having bake sales outside the 92.3 studios to raise promotional money for the radio station.  Now what I need is people to donate cookies, cupcakes, cakes, pies and beer.  Beer because we need something to quench our thirst while we're watching the children who volunteer for the twelve hour shifts to sell our baked goods..

When your radio station is at the bottom of the priority list, sometimes drastic measures need to be taken.  I've thought about setting up people to ring bells in front of grocery stores with red kettles to collect promotion money, but someone said there is already someone doing that.  Then it occurred to me to send young girls door to door to sell delicious cookies, but once again I was told it's being done.

Then I thought, girls in bikinis in a parking lot washing cars.  I was told it would only take one case of hypothermia to put us out of business.  Then I thought, I'll make up a big book of coupons and give away fast food from local restaurants.  I was told you have to have their permission to do that.  Geez, what's left?

So, get ready for the "Classic Country 92.3 bakes sale to raise money to promote the station so the owners can make money because they didn't want to invest any until it was successful but it  never will be without some promotion." 

NASA should try this!

That is all...Peters out!

It's Chilly in Hell....

I was just exchanging e mails with an old "liberal hippie" friend of mine as we compared notes about our current times.  I had forwarded a thing I got in my e mail and he wrote back to ask me not to send stuff like that to him.  He expressed his disatisfaction with the current administration and I really couldn't disagree with him, despite being a proud conservative.

I was talking on the air this morning about the state of the country after our traffic guy mentioned that gas prices were now at $3.09 a gallon, up 30 cents this week.  I mentioned that oil was nearly at $100 an barrel and that gas prices are expected to be $4 a gallon by spring.  Not to mention that 400,000 people a month are losing their homes to foreclosure,  the national debt has reached $9 trillion dollars and The Eagles have a song at #20 on the country charts! 

How does anyone in our government expect us to afford this?  They just don't get it!  Many of us cannot tolerate any more bad news.  Do we drive to work or buy groceries?  Do we pay for our kids education or make the house payment?  Something has got to give!!!

Now, imagine being a Nebraska fan on top of all of this, then having the Cornhuskers lose by their largest margin ever...and to KU on top of that.  Hell, truly has, froze.  Keep us away from sharp objects.

That is all...Peters out!!!

 

Day 2 underwear...

Feliz Dio de los Muertos.  When do we open the presents?

As I was riding the downward spiral of my career Friday morning, Mister X and I were discussing some mysteries we, as the upper crust of society, didn't understand.  I had come across the term 420 and neither Mister X nor I knew what it meant.  So I looked it up on the internet only to discover it was a fairly common reference to marijuana.  Whoopee! 

Then I brought up 2 day underwear and this term seemed to befuddle Mister X.  So I explained that underwear is made with two sides.  Label in is day one and label out is day two.  Of course the typical and not totally unexepected bacon strip and skidmark comments combined with childish laughter ensued.  I personally discovered two day underwear on my first ski trip with my Father in Law as he displayed day two from the balcony of the condo's upper level.\ 

Then, of course,  the conversation wouldn't have been complete without the usual barrage of underwear phrases like commando, low rise, mesh, thong, mantyhose, speedo, freeballin' and where you should stash the yam if you decided you need to pack one.  Making some soup came up almost as an afterthought.

Is it staying young or just being immature.  I guess that is for us to know and you to find out.

That is all....Peters out!