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Charlie:    WKRP. You are derriere, I mean ON THE AIR!  What's in your craw, daddy?
CALLER:   Yea I got a tip for Mr Giulianni.
Charlie:    Oh I understand he likes those.
CALLER:   Um, yea, he should just put the dress back on. The one he wore to the store, and Trump was nuzzling his neck?  That's hawt!
Charlie:    Fascinating. I had time to sleep and make a poptart while you were talkin.   NEXT CALL!

Charlie:     WKRP?
CALLER:    Is this Hank?
Charlie:     NEXT CALL!
CALLER:   *snivel* This is Rude Julie Annie. *snif* *Ksnor'p*   S'scuse me.
Charlie:     Mr Mayor, how good of you to call. Hey, everyone's wondering about your comeback. Any plans?
CALLER:   *snurf!* Well.. I might get some soup. Then occupy Poland.  No, not occupy Poland. New Jersey maybe.  *K'snor'p*
Charlie:     That's quite a cold you got there, Mr Mayor.
CALLER:    Oh, it's not a cold. It's cocaine.
Charlie:     Really?!
CALLER:    Oh yea. Sometimes when I go out in my dress, I score some stuff.
Charlie:      I am shocked that you'll admit this.
CALLER:    Well, I'm goin to prison anyway.
Charlie:     What?
CALLER:    I said..pills with cod liver oil, take your vote away, heil trump.
Charlie:     Of course. NEXT CALL, PLEASE!!

CALLER:   Hello?
Charlie:     Yea caller, you're on the air, what's the beef?
CALLER:   This is Mike Londell, yu'know, the My Pillow guy.
Charlie:     Are you still not in jail? I mean, hello sir!  People at home, this is the guy who went to see Trump to tell him to declare
...............Martial  Law, so he could suspend all future elections and be dick's.. uh tater. Mr Lindell, what brings you here today?
               Ya got another plan? You want to sell soiled pillow cases at discounted prices? What?
CALLER:   Well, W. Can I call you W? I have a plan for Rudy to turn this whole thing into a positive. As you can see on my legal pad..
Charlie:    *covers mic* This is radio, Mr Linda.
CALLER:   "Lindell"
Charlie:     Whatever. NEXT CALLER!
CALLER:   Wait, don't be so pasty. Donald liked me.  I have pricktures of him checking out my package.

CALLER:    Hello?
CHARLIE:  You're on the air, caller. What's thuh beef? What d'ya got for us?
CALLER:    I don't see why we have to have elections at all. Ya know, this democracy nonsense is in the way.
                The flat earthers are right. The smart people are trying to trick us! THAT'S the problem.
CHARLIE:  Let us know when it's in paperback. NEXT CALL!
CALLER:    Hemmerhoids!
CHARLIE:  NEXT CALLER! You're on the air.
CALLER:   *drunken singing, and weeping*
CHARLIE:  Mr Mayor, is that you again? You've got to let it go now sir. It's over. Maybe you can write a book with My Pillow guy, in prison.
CALLER:   *c'snork!*  *snif*   ya, okay..

CHARLIE:  WKRP, you're on the air!
CALLER:   Yea, I have a theory, that Donald Trump was making his press secretaries wear butt plugs.
CHARLIE:  A theory?
CALLER:   Yes, as you can see in these pictures..
CHARLIE:  This is radio, sir.
CALLER:   Exactly. So as you can see, both these girls exhibited the same tell-tale scrunching of one eye,
               which happens when you have something in your butt.


CHARLIE:  Is this Donald Junior?
CALLER:   *fap fap fap*
CHARLIE:  NEXT CALLER!

CALLER:   I'm a good weatherman!  I saved Alabama!

CHARLIE:  Oh dear.



CALLER:   Because I'm a genie-ass, I'm also a weatherman. *farts*
                       I'm a great president-for-life that didn't lose!
              I increased homelessness and made parroting lies popular!
     

CHARLIE: Well...and I can't even call you "sir", it's over. You're actually nobody and we hate you. And we'll cheer when you go to jail.
CALLER:   Butt butt butt...

CALLER:   Butt.. I saved a dozen blacks in Alabama!! That's why they'll vote for me. I'm a weatherman! I have a sharpie! 
               I threw paper towels at Puerto Ricans after a hurricane. I know what to do.               
               That's why I had my wife wear an I DON'T CARE sign, when Texas had a similar emergency.

               Now how can you defy evidence like that of my greatness?  

               Believe me.  Believe me.  No one even knew that.

                *glares at you, like an inflamed hemerhoid*

CHARLIE:   And while we dig on that, listeners, I'd like to take a few calls about how you people like the new radio show.
                 Thumbs up? Or flush it like a turd?  
                 I await your kindly condemnations, with baited breath.  (I was fishing and forgot to bring snacks.)

 Ed Sullivan said "we have a really good show" folks!


CALLER:   Hello! This is Dwayne Ingalls Glasscock at WBCN in Boston calling. You are on the air as we speak.
CHARLIE: That's funny, Dwayne (the bathtub I'm dwowning). I was about to say the same thing to you!
CALLER:   Oh we called another radio station? Cool!  (Hey Tank, I called another radio station.) So..did we win anything for calling?
CHARLIE:  Sure, we'll send you a Johhny Fever mug.  Hey would you like your station's bumper sticker on the show, Charles?
CALLER:   Dwayne.  Yea, that'd be GREAT!   *yoop yoop!*  Quiet, Yoop.  That's my dog, Yoop.      oops!  

Charlie :  WKRP!
CALLER:  Hey Charlie, you doin' a good job man. I'd like to buy you a Budweiser!
Charlie:   Oh, no Budweiser for me, man.
              Last time I drank that I went home and blew chunks.
CALLER: So? We all overdo it sometimes, but you get back on it.
Charlie:  No, you don't understand. Chunks is my dog!! 

             

Charlie: What's up, caller?
TREE:   Yea, baby. Check out Steve Gaines singin' @ 9:19
Charlie: Righteous.  Too bad Ronnie intentionally killed them all, to make a legend.
TREE:   Yea.

Charlie:     WKRP!
CALLER:   *Sylvester Stallone*  YUH.  I HAVE A... A THOUGHT.
Charlie:     And?
CALLER:   THAT WAS IT.
Charlie:     Next caller!