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It’s fine, really.  I try not to make a big deal about it because hey, come on, we all have our issues right?  But if we keep this Reggae station on longer than say, I don’t know….like….an hour or two, and I’m being generous here, then I might just dive-bomb your car with whatever is rotting in the fridge here.  Yes yes, we all get our chance to choose what we want on the radio here – shout out to Mr. Sonos, Sirius, Pandora  – but sometimes there’s only so much Red Red Wine Makes Me Feel So Fine I can handle.  Trust me, on a nice trip to the islands I’m TOTALLY on board with, who is this? Bob Marley?  Or, his son too?  He sings that crap too, right?  But like, if I’m not holding a frozen cocktail in my hand, one that’s been billed to my room overlooking the beach and the man of my dreams is wearing a conk shell tee-shirt stained from suntan oil then TURN THIS CRAP OFF THANK YOU.  I love you all.  I really do.

Everyone's a D.J.

Everyone's a D.J.

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