Radio Radio Puns

I said, " Shirley, you can't be Sirius"

And I thought, "I can’t turn that down."

I'm happy he wrote a song about his sex life, but does anyone know what year that took place in?

When he asked me why, I told him I know how much he loves car tunes!

A stereotype.

Ariel

NPArrrrgh

with great frequency!! ......

He said it’s more like a pod-cast

I said Iran's so far away. How far is it? My Son immediately shot back, for a Flock of Seagulls, it would take at least a couple days. So proud of him

I saw the band Loverboy setting up their own equipment and lugging their amps up the stairs. I said "hey, don't you guys have roadies?" and the singer said "Nah, they all quit, now everybody's working for The Weeknd."

"Oh, the huge manatees!"

It took me 2 weeks to learn it works in the afternoon.

He mentioned he was feeling a little “fuzzy”, as he described it. I asked him what he thought was wrong, he said it might have had something to do with the money he ate out of my wallet earlier that morning, but he wasn’t certain. Curious, I asked him… “Was it a ten you ate?”

.. with someone I met through chatting over Morse code. I'm hoping we'll click.

But I just wasn't ready for a Sirius relationship

I said, "Is it Sirius?"

I tried to listen, but I could only hear crackling

he went on air and died.

I thought to myself, " wow I can't turn that down.".

It's called Devastation

It only has a Little Rock

Apparently I was too 'cheerful' when giving out the really bad weather reports!!!

That's it!! No more mist and ice guy.

I just can't turn that down.

They use the Tuna.

Because of its Faraday rib cage.

It was music to his ears

Why...so...SIRIUS?!

They're always playing favorites.

I said it's about damn time!

If Bruno mars was to open a restaurant he could call it mars bar 🙄

They'd traded jokes, played pop music, and generally made people's lives a touch brighter as they trundled to work.

Now, though, there was silence on the air. Ernie silently reread the fax message from the Department of Defense. As licensed broadcasters they were legally obligated to alert the public, to tell them the nukes were flying and that in a few minutes all the world's troubles would be over. What, though, was the point of that? To torture people with the knowledge of something they couldn't change?

Their eyes met and a decision was reached. Bert put on their most requested song, a sugary top 40 tune while Ernie produced a bottle of bourbon from under the desk. As their producer banged on the locked studio door the colleagues toasted the end of a long career.

Bert, always the consummate professional, turned away from the window as the first explosion split the distant horizon. He straightened his tie, tucked in his shirt, and brushed his hair back. He would meet his fiery death with dignity.

He turned to Ernie and said in a quiet, resigned voice, "How do I look, Ernie?"

Ernie walked slowly over to his friend. He looked into Bert's face and saw the closeness they shared, the strength of their relationship, forged over the years. He took a deep breath and spoke quietly:

"With your eyes, Bert."

If I hear that song one more time, I am gonna Dua Lipa off the roof.

Couldn’t hear how much it was, transmission was bad

Yolk music.

I couldn’t turn it down

…that it broke a record.

Feliz NaviDAD! It’s got your name in it!”

I couldn’t turn it down.

But I couldn't catch a brake.

I couldn't turn it down.

I just knew I couldn’t turn that down.

I said to myself “You can’t turn that down.”

The volume knob was stuck on high but I just thought to myself “I can’t turn that down”

I thought, “I can't turn that down.”