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Saturday, April 15, 2006

BitchQ in the Morning

As some of you know, I have Sirius satellite radio on my car, and am an avid listener to the gay channel there, OutQ.

My drive into work used to be filled with laughs from the team of OutQ in the Morning. The show consisted of the lovely and fun Cheryl Barcenas, straight producer Jim, and the "headliner" Larry Flick.

Larry was always a bit of a bitch-queen diva who talks as if he pisses rose-water from his hairy, bearish, uncut cock (yes, we've heard descriptions from him). However, balance was achieved with Cheryl's grounded and natural sense of humor and Jim's straight-guy fun-ness.

A few months ago, I noticed a shift from the "team" mentality to a "me me me" mentality from Mr. Flick. He talked over people, dismissed those with differing opinions, and then things got worse... :: GASP :: CHERYL LEFT!!!

Then the shit hit the proverbial fan. Mr. Flick turned into Orson Welles, on a bad day. He's now taken to telling callers to "shut up." He's hung up on them. He's even said that those who disagree with him and get mad at his antics are "idiots."

Who the fuck does he think he is? He's become the love child of Bill O'Reilly and Joan Crawford. What gets me mad is this is the gay station.. These days, he's basically every bad stereotype amplified.

Yesterday morning, he was being particularly cruel to a cohost and the cohost (who was a friend) had enough, got up and smacked him one. I was laughing my ass off, so I decided to give the show a call (as I've done before) and say thank you.

Mike, the intern answered the phone, and I said "hey! long time listener here. I just wanted to thank Cynthia for giving smacking Larry..that was great." Mike then dropped his voice to a whisper and said "oh no, I can't do that," and then hung up.

I'm now picturing Larry lounging in a robe and a turban, gin in hand, screaming "NO ONE Can call me FAT on this set!!! I AM the show." You know what, Larry, you aren't the show. You are just a foul-assed queen who really needs to be knocked down a peg or two.

He told one caller that if he didn't like what Larry had to say, then go listen to Howard Stern. Well, there are two things Larry doesn't realize: 1) Howard has talent, and 2) At least Howard lets people voice their opinion. He could learn a lot from Howard...If only he weren't so shallow.

Yep, that show has gone to Hell in a Longaberger Basket...

In the meantime, at least I have my Derek and Romaine


At 4/20/2006 10:32 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Busy unpacking, are we?

At 8/18/2006 10:20 AM, Anonymous marengay's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Scott, you're preachin' to the choir Mr. Man.
Larry's ego is bigger than his physique. I particularly LOVE it when he goes off on somebody else about how self-absorbed they are. I wanna call and tell him to look into the mirror.


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