Well, it’s been a rough weekend here in Radioland.  The big Labor Day party is now over, and we can all breathe a sigh of relief.  My school is over, so now I am a fully qualified Poker Dealer, available for all parties, wedding, etc.  So now hopefully I can find enough material to put something on here every day.  I know for you constant readers it is rough checking back day after day, only to find nothing new here, and I aim to correct that.   I hereby vow that i shall put something on this site daily.( Time permitting)  Ok, well at least every other day.  Would you believe once a week?  Well, no matter, rest assured that I will do my utmost to keep this site up to date, giving you entertainment, information, gossip, and mostly outright lies.  Until the next time, foolish mortals, i mean, constant reader, ( Sorry God Complex kicking in)  Take care of yourselves.

  A young bank teller was alerted to a presence at her window.  Looking around, she saw only a small frog.  The frog asked to take out a loan.  “I’m sorry” said the teller.  “We are not in the business of giving loans to frogs.”  The frog glanced at her name tag, and tried again.  “My dear Paddy Whack( for that was her name).  I will have you know that my owner is none other than Mick Jagger.”  “I’m sorry,” said Paddy, “but we still need some collateral for any kind of loan.”  The frog thought for a minute, and pulled out a figurine.  “Will this work?  It’s all I have.”  Paddy took the figurine, excused herself, and went to see the bank manager.  She placed the figurine in front of him, and said: “Sir, there is a frog out here claiming to belong to Mick Jagger, and he would like a loan.  He is putting this up for collateral, whatever the hell it is.  What should I do?”  The bank manager said: ( Are you ready for this?)            (Wait for it!)                                                       “It’s a knick knack, Paddy Whack, give the frog a loan.  His old man’s a Rolling Stone.”

You may groan now.