You got it going on, girlfriend. Don't she, Joey? It's working for you, sweetheart, Joseph said, and took a sip of his coffee.

'Sorry—just trying on new lippies for tonight,' she confessed, flashing a crimson smile.

The usual partisanship for bankrollers of radio segs is shown on TV stations.

And with his ghostly honking wailing he heads out the jarrahwood door. But it doesn't end there.