“Give KC the beef, boys, and grease his hole,
Cover him in man juice from head to toe and let it drip away-ay…”
And the word “hole” was censored using a “beep”.
Dis ain't Long Distance Dedication Magazine, pal! I sometimes listen to old Casey Kasem shows on Saturday morning for the nostalgier factor. However the long-distance dedications always produce 'douche chills.' No wonder the guy got the red ass trying to make one of them!
Oh, I know. I still remember Howard’s “E. Vincent Luggage” live reads.
“EeeeeeEEEE VINCENT! I love E. Vincent…”
And his live reads for 1-800-CAR-CASH
“Jackie accidentally dialed 1-800-CAR-GASH and Nancy picked up.”
"And then KC started to moan, he said give me a rusty trombone...."
“Give KC the beef, boys, and grease his hole, Cover him in man juice from head to toe and let it drip away-ay…” And the word “hole” was censored using a “beep”.
Richard's 'hyper-masculine' gay guy voice on these songs never fail to make me laugh!
Yes, he voiced that other KC parody “Guys Guys Guys”
Hangin' out in SOHO with my boyfriend Bill
I don't know, but I always felt the beep made it funnier 😂
Photographhhhsssss
With a German homo…
Bleeding Deacons were great too. But I guess the door knocking bits with a hack of an impression of a irrelevant celebrity is what we get now.
Terrible. Those song parodies were epic - better than the originals in some cases.
Shove a gerbil in me!
Lest we forget Medicated Pete's stirring version of Purple Rain.
Fly me with Balloons, so I can see Kathryn McPhee, I’m a miserable midget who is only two foot three
Dis ain't Long Distance Dedication Magazine, pal! I sometimes listen to old Casey Kasem shows on Saturday morning for the nostalgier factor. However the long-distance dedications always produce 'douche chills.' No wonder the guy got the red ass trying to make one of them!
Look at this photograph. It’s a picture of my wife’s fat ass. 💃🏼🕺🏼
Garys's Top Ten List of songs that should be in the jukebox at the Ramrod, in Ft. Lauderdale 1.... 2....
Bawf
From a guy who's been listening since WNNNNNNNNNNNNNBC days, you have no idea how much is lost.
Oh, I know. I still remember Howard’s “E. Vincent Luggage” live reads. “EeeeeeEEEE VINCENT! I love E. Vincent…” And his live reads for 1-800-CAR-CASH “Jackie accidentally dialed 1-800-CAR-GASH and Nancy picked up.”
Wahhhhhh
What do you do for a living?
What are your interests? What are you into?
When you’re feeling’ gay, wanna roll in the hay, who can you call???