Tell me a story, sing me a song.

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Updating has never been something I've been adapt at

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[coreyaugustus]

Since Cheyenne hasn't said anything yet, 89.7 is the NPR station in the Macon area, but the trouble is that they won't play any Bob Seger.

[supercheyenne]

Yeah, thanks Corey. As far as I'm concerned, NPR is button number two on my car radio.

Coming up with a story about yourself shouldn't be so hard. Just make something up. You know, remember the time in high school when you found a shirt that you really liked and wore it for, like, five weeks in a row and it got so gross that it could stand up by itself, and your mom threatened to kick you out of the house if you didn't at least wash it and finally your sister snuck in and cut it off your body while you were asleep, but you had to forgive her in the end because she sewed it into a quilt and gave it to you for your birthday?

Something like that. Only less lame. Give me a little time and I'll come up with a good memory for you.

[supercheyenne]

Or maybe you went on a road trip. Some little road trip to Savannah that was supposed to be boring, except you wandered into a CVS right after it had been robbed and the cops got you mixed up with the perpetrator and you ended up spending the weekend in juvenile detention because your parents were out of town and you didn't have anyone else to bail you out.

[supercheyenne]

Or there was the time that you decided to protest war and injustice in general. You grew your hair out long and braided it and advocated free love. Your picture was taken in D.C. on the steps of the capitol leading hundreds of war veterans and open-minded individuals in peaceful chants calling for the recall of troops from Iraq and the impeachment of George W. That picture appeared on the cover of Time magazine and you became a national icon.

[supercheyenne]

Then this one time you were backpacking through the Appalachian mountains and while you were trying to change your shoes some neo-nazi-skinthead-folks who were angry at the government came out and forced you to join their ranks. They threw an AK47 at you and taught you how to shoot it. And then you all went to assassinate President Clinton (because these particular neo-nazis were from the Appalachians and thought that Clinton was still president.) But y'all didn't know how to find Clinton and ended up shooting Dubya...dude, Corey's bad at this. He was narrating this story.