That was the Dogg Pound right there on WBALLS, 187.4 on your FM dial. You’re tuned in to the biggest Balls of them all, Balls of Steel and Fury. Don’t forget coming up at the top of the hour is DJ BC Dick with the Jack Off Hour and later on tonight it will be DJ Saul T. Knotts taking you through until dawn.

Right now, we’re going to get into a block of songs dedicated to your favourite pill freak and mine, Mr. King Hippo. It’s All Cure, All Doom, All Day, All Night!

Let’s start it off with a classic from the early years and don’t forget, if you’re licking, it’s WBALLS…

Walk across the garden in the footsteps of my shadow
See the lights out, no one’s home
In amongst the statues, stare at nothing in the garden moves
Can you help me?
Close my eyes and hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow, never comes
Deep inside the empty feeling
All the nighttime leaves me
Three imaginary boys
Slipping through the door
Hear my heart beats in the hallway
Echoes ’round and ’round inside my head
Drifting up the stairs, I see the steps behind me disappearing
Can you help me?
Close my eyes and hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow, never comes
Deep inside the empty feeling
All the nighttime leaves me
Three imaginary boys sing in my sleep
Sweet child, the moon will change your mind
See the cracked reflection standing still before the bedroom mirror
Over my shoulder, but no one’s there
Whispers in the silence, pressing close behind me, pressing close behind
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
(Can you help me?)

**

Electric line, racing time
Fire down the wall
Spinning around, the killing ground
It makes you look so small
Henna years, the stinging tears
Flesh on the railway track
The screaming queen on the TV screen
Is never coming back
Suffer no more
Step inside and listen
Listen to my pillbox tales
Your special days, your winning ways
You’re living out the past
You’re lying lies and tying ties
And running much too fast
But you feel so sick
If you run too quick and wishing every day
Wishing you were all along
Wishing you were years away
Suffer no more
Step inside and listen
Listen to my pillbox tales
Listen to my
Listen to my pillbox tales
Electric line, racing time
Fire down the wall
Spinning around, this killing ground
It makes you look so small
The henna years, the stinging tears
Flesh on the railway track
Jamming queen on the TV screen
Is never coming back
Suffer no more
Step inside and listen
Listen to my pillbox tales
Step inside and listen to my
Step inside and listen to my
Step inside and listen to my pillbox tales

***

I am slowing down
As the years go by
I am sinking
So I trick myself
Like everybody else
The secrets I hide
Twist me inside
They make me weaker
So I trick myself
Like everybody else
I crouch in fear and wait
I’ll never feel again…
If only I could remember
Anything at all

***

For how much longer can I howl into this wind?
For how much longer
Can I cry like this?
A thousand wasted hours a day
Just to feel my heart for a second
A thousand hours just thrown away
Just to feel my heart for a second
For how much longer can I howl into this wind?

***

You shatter me, your grip on me
A hold on me so dull it kills
You stifle me
Infectious sense of Hopelessness and prayers for rain
I suffocate, I breathe in dirt
And nowhere shines but desolate
And drab the hours all spent on killing time
Again all waiting for the rain
You fracture me, your hands on me
A touch so plain, so stale it kills
You strangle me, entangle me
In hopelessness and prayers for rain
I deteriorate, I live in dirt, and nowhere glows but
Drearily and tired the hours all spent on killing
Time again all waiting for the rain
You fracture me, your hands on me
A touch so plain, so stale it kills
You strangle me, entangle me
In hopelessness and prayers for rain
Prayers for rain
Prayers for rain
Prayers for rain

***

Remember how it used to be
When the sun would fill up the sky
Remember how we used to feel
Those days would never end
Those days would never end
Remember how it used to be
When the stars would fill the sky
Remember how we used to dream
Those nights would never end
Those nights would never end
It was the sweetness of your skin
It was the hope of all we might have been
That fills me with the hope to wish
Impossible things
But now the sun shines cold
And all the sky is grey
The stars are dimmed by clouds and tears
And all I wish
Is gone away
All I wish
Is gone away
All I wish
Is gone away

***

That’s my time for today. I’m Audi 5000. Fly low, avoid the radar, and keep listening to the station that slaps you across your fat ass with a fat dick…

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scotchnaut

Next thread is up and it’s glorious!*

*may not be even remotely true

King Hippo

Speaking of WBLZ, I always wanted to hear a spoken-word Jerry Seinfeld reading of (unedited) gangsta rap lyrics.

We make money, and we really DON’T love hos!

(tell me that’s not GOLD in Seinfeld-voice)

Unsurprised
Brick Meathook

After I finally got home to Arlington I slept for 15 hours straight, which is a record even for me.

That first flight from LAX to Detroit was interesting. First there was this astonishing blood red sunrise as we departed L.A. Then, I was sitting on the south (sunny) side of the aircraft, which I never do, and it was bright as hell; every window shade in the plane was closed. I was half unconscious from lack of sleep prior to the flight coupled with aviation-grade opiates mixed with prescription vodka. The few times I regained consciousness I would touch the closed window shade next to my head and it was easily over 100ºF (that’s +40ºC) which is freakin’ hot.

I always sit next to the window and I always look out of it. Not this flight. I have never flown and kept the shade closed the entire time. The country was overcast the entire route, so the bright clear sunlight also bouncing off the cloud tops meant that if I cracked open the shade even a little bit the light that came in was atomic level.

Here’s one of the photos I posted yesterday as we departed from LAX out over the ocean and then made a wide swing back around to the east to head for Detroit, but I’ve studied it a bit more. The aircraft is over Irvine CA so that is indeed Dana Point on the right and the Pacific coastline, looking southeast. The great dark mass dominating the frame is Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base. The lights in the distance are Oceanside and then San Diego. The sun is rising in the ESE exactly where it should be.

https://ibb.co/2NQ3y7L

Redshirt

Seems legit.

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BeefReeferLives

“I am Luigi!!!”

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Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

When I see the ads for the McRib all I can think is that some rogue food scientist at the McLair asked himself “what if I made a sandwich entirely out of high-fructose corn syrup?”

Redshirt

“Don’t throw away that leftover pig that isn’t used for hotdogs. I can make that work.”

Unsurprised

McRibs are literally made from pork offal. That’s why it’s so seasonal.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

My understanding is that it’s closely correlated with pork prices. So it’s no coincidence that pork is on sale for $1.99/lb this week.

Redshirt

My theory is to inflate sales which would work with your theory on the prices. If you know a sandwich will be available everyday, there’s no urgency to get one. But if it’s only available for four weeks in a year, you’re more likely to stop once or twice to get it before it’s taken off the menu.

Redshirt

I know. I’m using the joke of hotdogs being made by the mysterious unused parts of a pig and saying the McRib is being used by the remaining parts of the pig that isn’t good enough for hotdogs.

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BrettFavresColonoscopy

I thought the McLair was where the Steve McNair tragedy took place.

Fronkenshteen

Rangers supporters just unfurled a huge red, white, and blue banner that read “MAKE RANGERS GREAT AGAIN”. What the fuck, Scotland?

SonOfSpam

There are idiots everywhere.

Brexit happened.

WCS

I told princess a long time ago Duke WCS ain’t playing foobawl for this exact reason. As a parent, you owe it to your children to keep them safe.

SonOfSpam

That, and he has to keep his wits about him if he wants to rule BeNeLux in ten years.

WCS

Right, that, too.

BallsofLacrosseAndMapleSyrup

i thought that being soft in the head was a royal requirement. If it comes from head trauma instead of the usual inbreeding, then so be it.

BugEyedBoo

Update: no TURP. They said yes Wednesday, then said that afternoon at the scheduled surgery time, “This looks better, let’s see what Thursday looks like.” Today they sent me home, and they’re going to pull the catheter out tomorrow. Thank god, this thing’s a tad bit uncomfortable.

2Pack

Great news. Get better quick Sir.

Doktor Zymm

I wonder if they make a “Congrats on getting your catheter out” greeting card? If not Hallmark needs to get on that

scotchnaut

Respectfully, I don’t want a card-I want a movie!

BrettFavresColonoscopy

And now the sequel to Hot Frosty that nobody wanted: Uncork my Jingle Bells

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

Paging Crimebeat for a call on line one…repeat, Crimebeat you have a call on line one…

https://www.8newsnow.com/investigators/las-vegas-raiders-player-charles-snowden-arrested-for-dui/

WCS

That’s Rikki’s Raiders!

/laugh track
//screen freeze
///credits begin to roll
////canned applause

blaxabbath

Ain’t no reason to be hanging out near Sunset and Rainbow.

2Pack

In fond remembrance of Gumby we should also consider…

https://youtu.be/5oRwlSIn918?si=NOjoR2-SzL_UMDXw

BugEyedBoo

He always struck me as thinking he was the smartest guy on the planet, and cost the team victories to try to prove it. Example: WVU vs. Pitt. All he had to do was run off tackle until his better players beat Pitt down. No, he wanted to run his goofy shit, let Pitt hang around, and lose the game.

WCS

Because that’s precisely who he was, at least then. He’s impulsive, and too damn stubborn to not only admit a mistake, but will quadruple down on it to try to prove he’s right.

Oh my God, RichRod is Trump in footbawl form.

Horatio Cornblower

I saw this news last night and just didn’t have the heart to post it here.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

the liner notes for the cult’s cure’s album kiss me kiss me kiss me include a dedication to suzy kolber, ppl forget that

2Pack

Suzy remembers

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Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

Say what you will about Joe Namath, but you cannot accuse him of having bad taste.

And with the beer goggle enhancement? Suzy must have looked like a literal angel from heaven who chose to walk amongst us mere mortals for a few hours to take in a football game.

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2Pack

Tru dat!

WCS

This is how Hippo’s dealing with having Belichick back in his life.

ArmedandHammered

At least he went to a team he already hated.

King Hippo

plus, I already refuse to watch any and all U*NC games (including when they play State, at least if there’s any jeopardy)

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