Dime A Dance epaka-Honey Jones AFRS

Wednesday night and 7 o'clock time for another old and golden radio show Brought to you tonight by WHAM as part of our continuing observance of our golden anniversary here Gorgoron making all sorts of surveys about the habits of the American male and female If the ever questioned Pam and Jerry Nars they'd learn something that would make their hair stand on end

For instance in the morning Jerry prefers regaining consciousness by degrees But Pam on the other hand, hold on to your pencil, Dr. Kinsey. Pam is gay, fresh, and romantic. Up with a wonderful guy. Gotta go.

Pamela, you are not Mary Martin, and I am not at Sio Pinsa. So will you do me a favor? Don't be so gay until I've had my first cup of coffee. Anything, my sweet. Oh, I'm sorry.

You're made of it. Nothing you got. I'm the friend of the house. I am pleased. Here's a letter for you. Maybe you'd like to read it, Dale. I have my coffee. Ah, Professor. You don't know me, but I'm the type of woman who believes in calling a state, at our wedding.

Who's the fun, Dale? My mother, you mean me? What'd I say? Oh, nothing. That's the epit of Rumba, technically sensual, with Jerry. I know it's love and it's mutual. What, your mother, right, dear? She's taken up the Rumba, you mean, right?

Down and discuss it like civilised people so that we can dispense with Jerry to our mutual satisfaction. You listen, Siri, honey, Jones. Well... Let me see the letter. Oh, no, you don't. Who are you going?

Do I ask you? Will you be? You're going? I'm telling you all the lights, guys. She's my wife. Listen, my name is Jerry.