Episode 32

Someone on the show we know and love passes away. Y-you kinda sorta. I guess this is what you might call a very special episode. So without further ado, exclusively on cult radio-ago, this was Shock Radio.

Make me sick. You see? You see? You're stupid minds. Stupid, stupid! Well Frank, this is like one of those long hard ones. Where I say let's see those legs.

Honey, I mean just back. Let's see those legs from your toes. Right up to your head. I want to make sure every woman in this town hears those broadcasts. Well you listen and you listen well.

You do what I tell you. Do you hear? You do what I tell you. Lasting live via satellite from N.Z.Ville Cemetery, it's Crack Radio with Carlos the GateReader. O Komte Powder Oh Hi Well uh

And Holaijkimmigo and Blabbling blah blah blah Oh yeah With Hey Hey Nanny and Hatsha ONE Oh, I'm a dope. Well, welcome to the show, ladies and gentlemen. Kyle loads the gait lever here. You remember, don't you?

That's a fuddling, funky, funny man of foolishness and failism? Yep, that's me. And I gotta tell you, listen to friends, I'm seriously considering getting out of this broadcasting biz for once and for all. And I've been, I've been seriously thinking about it.

I've been inflicting my trademark brand of math and mayhem upon the tri-state area for nearly two years now. And in that time I've come to realize that I'm one doozy of a visual performer. And it saddens me.

Yes, it saddens me to think that my loyal fans are only getting half the act. That's why I've decided to jump on a gravy train more suited to my peculiar gifts. Well, let me give you a taste of what your friend Carlos has been getting up to lately.