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Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
“I’m glad you guys report the weather. But must we hear it from 5 o’clock in the morning until 7 o’clock at night. The same stories over and over and over. Man it’s a good thing you had weather to report because obviously there’s no other news out there. “
While I nodded nearly napping suddenly.
There came a tapping.
“For a while there with your stormtracker you didn’t use that beep beep beep. Can’t you stop using that beep beep beep. It is so distracting. “
Ah distinctly I remember. It was in the bleak December.
“I’m just wondering why people aren’t complaining why it’s getting so hot out. Because everybody complains when it’s cold. Maybe they should start calling now saying it’s hot out, it’s hot out. “
Eagerly I wished the morrow. Vainly I had sought to borrow,
From my books surcease of sorrow.
Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
“Let me ask you a question, would you have your daughter marry a woman or would you have your son marry a man. What is wrong with you people putting these (bleep) on tv. I don’t want my kids watching this kind of stuff. “
Be that word our sign of parting. Bird or fiend I shrieked upstarting.
“Enough of the gay stuff already. If they want to get married, let them get married. But don’t shove it down our throats already. “
Leave my loneliness unbroken. Quit the bust above my door.
Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my door.
“I don’t know you why you call this Talkback 16 because I have called here numerous times and my comments have never been put on there. I know you say you can’t put them all on, but come on. Someone who calls in every day can’t be put on.”
Quoth the raven. Nevermore.