Washed up Radio is merely the melding of two of the nation's- nay, the world's!- finest voices. Each episode contains equal parts terror, mystique, and romance. Every moment of every show provides the smallest peek into the smallest window of the smallish minds of two fascinating (and handsome) individuals.
What you get with Washed up Radio isn't informative. It isn't polished. It's hardly discernible. What you don't get is the close-minded, talking-head mentality of those other, not as fancy-smelling shows- or the niche-based focus of all those dedicated to entertaining you via the bitter pill of dry facts and dryer personalities. No- with Washed up Radio you can expect a plethora of (pinatas) topics being richly discussed and debated over. The exposing of the inner-workings of two trifling, trifling busters for your sick enjoyment. It will be as if a million voices cried in terror and were suddenly silenced!- Perhaps not as dramatic as all that, but a multitude of emotions and sensations, if you will.
Will you?
WILL YOU?
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