T-Rex: Hey everyone! Remember commercial radio?
T-Rex: ...No?
T-Rex: It's this thing your car can play when your mp3 player is broken?
T-Rex: Anyway I totally listened to some yesterday!
T-Rex: AND I CAN REPORT THE FOLLOWING: it's like mp3s, but some wacky jerk controls the music and every 15 minutes he stops everything to invite some really loud strangers to come yell about their products, which I guess seems normal to these people? Oh! And there's "call-in shows"!
T-Rex: Near as I can tell, that's where you compete with other radio owners to read out the stupidest YouTube comments you've ever seen.
Utahraptor: So don't listen to commercial radio, dude!
T-Rex: But that doesn't solve the problem!
T-Rex: I did some research into "radio waves" and they travel EVERYWHERE, even through brains! DJ chatter is LITERALLY MOVING INSIDE YOUR BRAIN 24/7. My whole body, polluted by people who think the best way to hear a song is to phone a stranger and ask if they can maybe work it in!
Utahraptor: What?!
T-Rex: I know, whenever I think about it I feel sick! I'm like this:
T-Rex: Ohhh noooo, blegh
