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"Next time we wi--" the radio fizzles out. You have dipped over the mountain and in the valley the reception is lost. No one is on the road with you. There are no clouds in the sky, no stars. A dull moon, agitated at your presence, hides itself behind a copse of trees. You have never felt more alone. The knot in your chest tightens-- you deserve this.
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SCROTO TURBOSPERG posted:moth radio tryhards. classic. One day you'll see. You'll all see. I'll be out of these doors so fast once the podcast takes off. Once I start making that ziprecruiter money.
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Cessna posted:Oh, god, I wish I was the BBC sooooo bad. This is Pete Tong on BBC Radio One, Stage Four of the Dance Music Marathon. You wish you drowned in fanny like me, Pete Tong out ya wanka
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*light melody plays with mouth noises weaved in* This is Mouth Noises, with your host Bowl of Saliva-Rodriguez
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Captain Beans posted:Real poo poo heard today: oy vey
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