Sign up to save your podcasts
Or
Share Difficult Listening Channel - 224 - Eat Like Prairie Dog, Crap Like Buffalo or: 12 Dollars Worth of Trail Mix and You Won't Touch the Peanuts
Share to email
Share to Facebook
Share to X
Share to email
Share to Facebook
Share to X
Or
Difficult Listening Channel - 224 - Eat Like Prairie Dog, Crap Like Buffalo or: 12 Dollars Worth of Trail Mix and You Won't Touch the Peanuts
It's Friday afternoon and I'm just about to wrap up my first week working at the florist shop. The customers are generally nice and my coworkers are easy to get along with. Things are going pretty well. In walks a professionally-dressed, middle aged woman. She called earlier this morning wanting a pretty flower arrangement for a party she's having tonight. 'Here you go ma'am. I made this one myself and I added a little something special for you.' I say. 'Thank you so much.' she says. 'Oh smell it, you'll love the gentle fragrances,' I tell her. She leans in to enjoy the scent. Then her eyes open wide and her skin quickly turns to a pale grey. She lets out a howling shriek and releases the arrangement. The whole thing falls to the floor and breaks sending flowers, baby's breath, and shards of glass all over. 'OH MY GOD!!' she screams. There is a brief second of complete silence and this nice lady instantly becomes catatonic. Just then I blurt out, 'HA HA DUDE, YOU'VE BEEN FETUS-ED!!!! Turn and look at the camera, right over there!' And, again there was no camera. I'm still working on my idea for a reality show pilot, but it's not going as well as I had anticipated. I've just been fired and now I'm all out of pig fetuses... again. Well, there's always tomorrow. email: [email protected] web: www.michaeloster.com
View all episodes
It's Friday afternoon and I'm just about to wrap up my first week working at the florist shop. The customers are generally nice and my coworkers are easy to get along with. Things are going pretty well. In walks a professionally-dressed, middle aged woman. She called earlier this morning wanting a pretty flower arrangement for a party she's having tonight. 'Here you go ma'am. I made this one myself and I added a little something special for you.' I say. 'Thank you so much.' she says. 'Oh smell it, you'll love the gentle fragrances,' I tell her. She leans in to enjoy the scent. Then her eyes open wide and her skin quickly turns to a pale grey. She lets out a howling shriek and releases the arrangement. The whole thing falls to the floor and breaks sending flowers, baby's breath, and shards of glass all over. 'OH MY GOD!!' she screams. There is a brief second of complete silence and this nice lady instantly becomes catatonic. Just then I blurt out, 'HA HA DUDE, YOU'VE BEEN FETUS-ED!!!! Turn and look at the camera, right over there!' And, again there was no camera. I'm still working on my idea for a reality show pilot, but it's not going as well as I had anticipated. I've just been fired and now I'm all out of pig fetuses... again. Well, there's always tomorrow. email: [email protected] web: www.michaeloster.com