NewsBunny
NewsBunny
NewsBunny

Sometimes the simplest statements are the most needed, and the most powerful.

I would like to take this opportunity to call for t shirt makers to stop putting tiny pockets on the fronts of t shirts because my boobage doesn’t need that.

I recently called Trump a “rabid Michael Scott” and the reaction I got was YES

This New England girl HAAAAAAAASTTTEEES hats. Also I have a giant head.

To put Jimmy Fallon in the same category as Mark Twain is an insult to Mark Twain.

Yes. These people are not journalists or political commentators. They are comedians. And if you’re getting your news from late-night talk or blogs like this, you’re in trouble.

Hate speech, although repugnant and vile, is indeed protected by the first amendment. (I’m about to say some awful things here) I have every right to use racist language. I do not any right to be protected from the consequences of using that language. I have every right to believe certain religions are beneath me; I

I believe that picture is not from Charlottesville. That picture is several months old, at least.

That drives me nuts as a broadcaster. It’s the “I’m not a professional, really!” delivery. I work in newsradio (not talk radio, let’s get that straight) and that NPR/public radio delivery is extremely cultivated and practiced. This is not to say there is magnificent talent at NPR, but it’s a style. I do a much

Now I am elderly.

The first one of those I saw was a dot-matrix that CONSTANTLY spit out copy. That was in 1990, at the tail-end of the smoking-in-the-newsroom days. It was glorious.

This daughter of a lineman and radio news girl who learned to edit by splicing tape on a reel to reel really wants a reel to reel and a cart machine.

Miller was waiting for that question. Miller was prepared for that question.

Having gotten a smattering, but never something THAT gigantic, one hangs up the phone and screams and dances.

Hi,radio girl here. If he can’t make it in he’d just call in. He’s not the host; he’s the featured guest. I do not work for WFAN.

I lived in Queens for 15 years and I would eliminate painfully and slowly every fucking ice cream if I could. Every fucking one. The one that sat outside my goddamn apartment for 12 hours strait playing his Mr. Softee theme DO DO DO DO DODOOOOOOOOOOO do do do DOOOOOOO do over and over and over again in the no parking

You shut your mouth.