Always a weiner; Nuts to you!




The most recent Stuck in the 80s podcast is my inspiration for the above photos. I can't take full credit for their discovery. Myspace friend Ebonyeyez had these posted in her photo albums. I just couldn't resist snagging them and using them for my own purpose. She has fantastic finds tucked away in her photo albums.


If you haven't checked out the Stuck in the 80s blog and podcast I have to ask. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? You can download it from the blog or find it on iTunes. It's not hard and I promise that you'll laugh until you snort.


This week, Sean Daly discusses an incredibly embarrassing moment when he goes to the doctor to have his man junk checked out. For Sean, it's not unusual for him to talk about personal things on the podcast. Like, when his Forever Fiancee gave birth to their second daughter. However, this adventure gives the listener insight to a whole new side of the adorable SIT80s co-host and music critic of the St. Pete Times.


Host Steve Spears digs into the mailbag and hands over the execution of reading the letters on the air to Sean. Again, hilarity ensues when the 'angriest email ever' is read. Great music accompanies the letters and commentaries. Hear Sean insist that Steve not engage in any carnal relations with fans while on a possible Vegas 80s style trip in early August. He doesn't say a thing about declaring it improper during a proposed Tampa Stuck in the 80s extravaganza, though. There's still hope for me! I'm their self-proclaimed numero uno groupie.



Comments

  1. The CDMApril 27, 2008 at 11:39 AM

    About your top photo: True story, my mother's great dream in life is to drive the Oscar Meyer mobile. I wonder about her at times.

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  2. MarissaApril 27, 2008 at 11:50 AM

    HA! That's cool. I'd drive it. I wonder if he reeks of curious meat product, though.

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