Often, there are no front or back announces on the AM either, so if the listener didn't know who did the song, we aren't about to tell them.

It was a casual sneer, obviously one of a long line. There was hatred behind it, but of a quiet, chronic type, nothing new or unduly virulent, and he was taken aback by the flicker of amazed incredulity that passed over the younger man's ravaged face.

Twenty-four black men jazzed madly as trumpets exploded her eardrums in tom-tom time. Ebony orgasm flooded her with creme.

Ross has always had the decency to abuse and shit-stir him and call him Grumpy.