Station Identification

Today the most disgusting thing I ever saw happend right before my eyes.......

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In accordance with government regulations, we now pause this blog for station identification.

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We now return you to your regularly scheduled rant.
 

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.... AND I HOPE THEY ALL END UP WITH THEIR DANGLY BITS LAMINATED BETWEEN LAYERS OF SANDPAPER!