I need to take a break from the construction of the site to bitch about that Radio Shack commercial that won’t go away. I have seen it a hundred times and I still don’t know “what’s going on?”. I am not sure if the guy with the heart stuck to the cell phone is the boyfriend or the Radio Shack sales geek. In my world this is a prelude to a completely sick orgy that includes all members of the battery club gathered around this poor female that wandered in by mistake.
Howie-square-head and Terri-grey-teeth are bothering me because I get the feeling that this catch phrase is what they both use to greet all situations. I have an answer for them but it involves explaining that the brick and mortar Radio Shack will soon become extinct. I will drive farther and pay more just to avoid giving my personal information to their pathetic salesmen. I hate interrupting their internet porn adventures because anything that keeps them from selling my address is good by me.
Where does all of their money come from? There can’t be that many ham radio operators out there and you can find everything they sell cheaper on the net. I think I’ll have to pass this investigation along to George for the final answer.
8:30:47 PM 
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