Belcher opening, Don and Robb talk about going out to Vegas, the guys read a letter from a fan who sent in a parody song that sucked. Charley does the weather. Mr. Skin phoner. Stump the stoop. and debating its fairness with dumb callers. Hotline to heaven with Fred Rogers.
Love, love, LOVE "Stump the Stupe" and it's really a great
bit when they have callers like "Black Chris" who can give
"Super-DEE-JAY Doni G" a run for his money. Well done,
sirrah! Jim Skin delivers, as always, and the Robert Blake
discussion had me spitting Diet Coke through my nose. But
the highlight for me was the unexpected appearance by
Charly on the National Weather Service line. Twelve years
later and they STILL can't forecast the weather with any
greater degree of accuracy. Maybe it's a bandwidth issue?