It’s been awhile since I f*cked with a telemarketer. I wasn’t sure if I still had the heart to do it, but after a nice young man with broken English tried to tell me that he could get me and my station “on Google” for only $4.00, I knew what I had to do.
Sidnote: If you can count how many times the word “Google” is said in this call, I’ll sleep with your gramma. (No foreplay though. Gross, dude.)












