A dear friend and admirer of Diarywimple and
Ranger Ephriam FedEx'd an audition tape
of Hal and Ranger's radio show, held on the
beach beneath the termite infested Phoenix
Palm Frond shack. It's re-racked, good to go.
Hal:
Good morning, every one, welcome to the show.
Hello, Ranger our first guest is frome BBQ
central of San Onofre, Leo N. Ard.
Ranger :
Leo, first let me welcome you to the show.
This's got to be a rough summer for you
and the boys, like no alcohol, no smoking,
fishing license a must. There's a buzz all
surfboards must be licensed by the State.
Sounds like somebody's flexing their muscle.
Leo:
You got that right. We think the SOSC BOD
has a finger in the pie, with Sal Geeze pulling
the strings.
Ranger:
That's all well and fine, however, now the
no booze ordinance is in effect, what are you
boys doing with the money you save?
Leo:
We found this carnaceria in town which sells
commercial grade beef, you know those trendy
tri-tips, flap meat, knuckles, and oxtails.
Ranger:
Oh, I see. Isn't commercial grade used for dog
food.
Leo:
It sure is, but the beach doesn't care. Everyting
tastes great on the sand over the coals. If you're
hungry they sell it at
El Mercado on Escalones.
If your intersted, Ranger, they have an adjacent
pet store selling horsemeat filets.
Ranger:
We're on our way.
Written by Stan Conroy.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES