A.G.E's Joint

....and welcome back. [Host grabs a sip from the mug on the desk.] Our next guest is very special and well known to our studio audience.  Please welcome Another Government Employee!   [He bounds out from behind the curtain.  The audience bursts out in applause] Good to see you again, AGE. [Shaking hands and offering the first seat on the couch] Same to you, Chris. It's been a while since you have been on the program.  Anything fascinating in the Master of the Universe's world? Well, as you know, I really am a fraud these days.  I left Government Service a while back... [audience hoots and hollers] ...to regain my sanity [more hoots] . Yeah, Yeah, I know.  Like THAT would ever happen...  And now I work along the regular Proles doing pretty much the same work as before.  And I get paid better for it. I'm sure that was kind of a culture shock, not worrying about the next call. Not as much as I thought, Chris. You know, I found I ...

 “Hey, Heidy and Howdy, It’s your randy, dandy late night DJ, Harry Handy spinning the tunes you want here on W.O.F.T., Old Farts radio, keeping all of us in the Geritol set soothed with the music of our youth.  It’s Grand Ol’ Opry night here at the Fart. All the crying and driving songs you’ll ever want to hear.   That was Ol’ George Jones with ‘He Stopped Loving Her Today’.  Next up: Conway Twitty, with ‘I’d Love to Lay You Down…” Yay, Tears in Beer Country on the radio.  Best way to wrap this day up.   And it had been a successful day, too. A parade of ladies in sundresses and shifts linked with their bored boyfriends, who only purchased the pretty stuff to keep the peace.  She sure didn’t mind.  Once is not enough, Ladies.  Keep it coming.  The take was probably six or seven hundred dollars for the day.  Bills were going to get paid this week.  Woo Hoo!  And it was going to be a busy couple of wee...