Bubba the Boring Fucking Redneck

One of the tools of distraction that gets me thru my days is this new invention called Sirius Radio. As a longtime Howard Stern fan, it was a no-brainer to get this radio when he left testicle terrestrial commercial-packed eff-emm radio.

I absolutely love waking up every morning at 5am to here Howard and the gang for hours of un-censored fun. Every week seems to be a new adventure, and Howard is doing a great job of building a two-channel empire complete with new personalities. I was pleasantly surprised to hear Danny Bonaduce this week doing his old schtick as an egotistical psychopath with a microphone. Brilliant move Howard!

With the good comes a little bad though. You may have heard of this Bubba fella from Florida. He got in trouble with the FCC while doing some wacky morning zoo shit and now claims to be the raciest coolest radio personality ever. For some reason, Howard kisses his ass and seems to adore him. I don't get it.

Every afternoon, I try to listen to his show, but only find myself getting angry. Not a day has gone by in the last two weeks that he hasn't talked about his two main interests in life: Hulk Hogan and sprint car racing. For real. It's nauseating. I remember when it was cool to be a friend of Hulk Hogan's - in 1987 I think. Bubba touts his relationship with "the Hulkster" (clever nickname!) like he's hangin' with someone really important, all the while using his Mancow Muller voice and some cool code-talk. Example: "Hey Hulkster, whatcha greasin' these days? Any Magillicuddys in your day?"

What the fuck are you talking about?? Oh yeah - and he's a FAT hick that thinks he's ripped, so he wears sleeveless shirts all the time that show his lard flippers in all their glory. What an asshole.