Request Line: Making it Rain

It's drizzling here in Southern California, and in light of the fact that this is probably the last rain we'll see for the next six months or more, I thought today's Request Line would feature songs about rain.  What's that, Knowshon?  You don't like songs about rain?  They make you

DFO Radio: [Trick] Plays

Have you ever had a headache that lasted three days?  I have, now.  At first I thought it was a hangover (two Manhattans lead a hangover that lasts more than a day? Yeah, right.) but it's still fucking here, poking at the back of my skull every few minutes, and ze

Request Line: [Trick] Plays

A radio producer sits in front a sound board, sweating profusely.  His hand, trembling slightly, hovers above a rectangular button that reads "CENSOR".  With his other hand, he reaches out and presses another button marked "TALKBACK". 7899

DFO Radio: I’m Gonna Crawl

Greetings!  I hope you made it through the first weekend of March Madness with your sanity (and by some divine Providence your final four bracket) intact.  I've been fielding a visit from my brother-in-law and his family and keeping everyone entertained has robbed me of significant sleep, so while this

Request Line: I’m Gonna Crawl

Wow.  Man. Oh, my head.  It feels...not good. Like many of you, I'm suffering from the effects of the overindulgence that results when two of the biggest drinking days of the year converge.  And what better way to reflect upon that than by announcing ANOTHER day of drinking!  That's right, on Saturday

Request Line: I’m Seein’ Stars Here!

WES WELKER: [sits in radio booth with a dazed expression] PRODUCER: [through earpiece] Come on, Wes.  Introduce the segment. WELKER: [blinks, glances around] PRODUCER: Shit.  Connor, go in there and poke him with something. CONNOR: [enters the radio booth and pokes WES WELKER on the shoulder] WELKER: [turns, smiles broadly] Hey!  Welcome!  It looks like

DFO Radio: Air Guitar

An incredibly handsome, yet thoroughly disheveled blogger shambles into his office after a long journey. RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [sets down baggage] RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [removes crumpled boarding pass from pocket, is one again amused to find flight confirmation code started with "RTD"] RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [sets head down on desk] Ten minutes pass. RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [sits up, runs hands through hair] RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [blearily rubs red