It talks to me when I’m lonely and I listen.
When my psychologist ask me if I ever feel like the radio is talking directly to me, I say, “Yes!”
I’m missing something without it.
My radio is my girlfriend, we don’t argue or fight, and when there is something on that I don’t like, I just turn the knob.
A customer came to do business one day.
He turned off my radio.
I gave him an odd look and said, “Fool, have you lost your mind? Do I go to your establishment and touch things that don’t belong to me? Touching my radio is like smacking my mother, don’t do it or we will be enemies!”
I then got up to turn my radio back on and proceeded with business.
I nearly lost my mind witnessing another man touch my woman without consent.
I had to put up a sign letting the next man in line know that,
“My radio is my girlfriend, she’s all that I have left, and only I can touch her.”
My radio is my girlfriend.
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