Rikki Gins Old Time Radio - Sunday at 9pm Eastern

[Bart Ell]

Oh my!
It just went up one degree in Pahrump in five seconds!

[Exile]

A man called Eks? That's gotta be Rikki's newest alias. It sounds pretty cool...

 

[JUAN]

Shoot the announcer

[ShayP]

A man called Eks? That's gotta be Rikki's newest alias. It sounds pretty cool...

 

LOL!

[Rikki Gins]

A man called Eks? That's gotta be Rikki's newest alias. It sounds pretty cool...

 

A man called X, to be precise, but I like Eks better.

[ShayP]

A man called X, to be precise, but I like Eks better.

Eks Blomkamp.  You're welcome. 

[Bart Ell]

A sharla tan!

[Rikki Gins]

Eks Blomkamp.  You're welcome. 

Thanks, Shay and Mr. E.

[Rikki Gins]

I used to have a repeating dream as a kid.  A man from India who was wearing a white suit and turban, played an electric organ while a miniature, inches high woman danced around on the floor.

[Bart Ell]

I used to have a repeating dream as a kid.  A man from India who was wearing a white suit and turban, played an electric organ while a miniature, inches high woman danced around on the floor.

Watch your step!

[Exile]

I used to have a repeating dream as a kid.  A man from India who was wearing a white suit and turban, played an electric organ while a miniature, inches high woman danced around on the floor.

The only recurring dream I can remember was getting my 1973 Canary Yellow, AMC Pacer
repo'ed for non payment. 8 year olds rarely have enough money to make those damned monthly payments.

[Rikki Gins]

That applause throws me off.  Most old-time radio shows didn't utilize it all that much.

[Exile]

Not enough murder. We need more murder.

[Bart Ell]

DEAD

[ShayP]

Not enough murder. We need more murder.

You can never have enough.