Just once I or the MC here would love to get a thank you, and some people should keep their mouths shut unless they know the whole story.

First of all got criticized overnight on air about my fascination or hankering of women in nylons . Sure some say its perverted that I would rather dive into and whiff a womans toes in nylon hose than lapping up the aroma of a flower garden, don't ask me why, shit if I knew I'd be one of them Fizzikeeatrists, not a tow truck owner operator/crop duster pilot, radio person. I just like how they feel and look on a lady's legs. Its like chrome wheels on a truck, don't make the truck really run better , but the chromies make that truck look spiffy, same with nylons on legs. Okay then this points us to a situation tother night at Jodies Cafe here in Evanston. This one seat cover named Brittney that sniffed around the MC here when she thought she could get in on the bottom floor of us revamping Lotty's Bar here. We picked another location, but more money has to be coming into the MC long before that happens. Any mile, this Brittney came over with Mom's permission, on a recommend by her mom who works at a somewhat discount smoke chew store here. For about a month she was here everyday, I explained to her that the radio gig came first, as well as doing up some promo photography for the website to promote the radio gig. I told her the only wardrobe requirement was nylons of some type. As all things Hazzard County are leggy, forget about my hankering. So she did once, in some rather green loud ones. But never got on air. She would never sit up in the chair and do an hours worth of radio. Then there was a morning I got up, went to Jodies, for breakfast, to meet up with a photographer, from Cokeville Wyoming. But afterwerds never heard from Brittney nor nothing, even when we had her pay check sitting right here on my counter, but old Britt, could sure tell people how bad I was , that we didn't pay, ah, I'm not going to hunt you down, when pay checks are here you come get it or it goes back via snail mail to the MC(Knytes-of-Dixie) . Britt even told one by the name of Becky of which both of them worked at this Porn store here, how bad I was. Now Becky wasn't too bad on the eyes and gave some time, could have developed into a damn good on air team, which leads into my last subject here. It doesn't matter if its photography for the website that'll carry the radio shows channels, or giving a bit of a spotlight to the shop, or tow service or the club. I know there are some damn sharp women in this town, but here's the clincher, just like Twin Falls, Hazzard or any of our sub charter towns of the club, when we start a promotion project not only do we pay better than a month at McDonalds, but people who never knew of much less cared about Evanston or the immediate area, finally see the majesty of Evanston, how natural and pretty it is especially in the mornings, or the tiny deer parading around the snow looking for something to eat, or when we are looking to host an event like a rally or truck show, but does anyone of these people ever come around and say , "hey Pat , thanks for what your doing, maybe I'll buy a months worth of advertising on your radio channel. " Or do I ever hear from City Hall, from somebody there, coming to see me about the good we as a club are doing, but my let one disgruntled customer beller to a city official, and the PD can find me then. But just once it'd be nice to get a thank you, either myself or the MC, for that matter it'd be nice for some chicadee to show up in her stockings and say "okay, I'll be your local model, or I'd like to sit in with you on your radio shows." Just once. There's more going on here than just a garage and online radio station.
We are breathing life back into a near death village. Where we go everything grows.
TTYLY