It's pledge drive time on my local public radio station, and yeah I s'pose I should pledge, and I would if a. I weren't broke ASS, and b. they didn't employ the time-honored parental soul-crushing nag technique. Trying to make me feel like a criminal because I leave their background noise on while I do dishes and don't even pay for it is not going to make me step up to the plate. Look, TIAA CREF already has all my "extra" dough, why don't you get it from them? Or ask for more of Archer Daniels Midlands stolen booty?
This morning they got me in such a pouty, defiant mode that I composed a Ramones song in their honor. It's called:
I Don't Wanna Pledge to Public Radio
List'nin' to my radio and they won't shut up
Talkin' about how they want me to put up
All of my
Hard earned dough
But I don't wanna pledge to public radio-
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!
Oh no! Oh no! Radio!
uh-Tote! uh-Bag! uh-Coffee! uh-Mug!
You get the idea.
Oh, Yankovic? These posts are dated, so don't even think about it! I'll haul your "weird" ass into court! Bet! It's bad enough the world thinks YOU came up with "I Lost on Jeopardy"- once bitten, my friend.
Posted by monk at 19.05.05 08:08