Josh Wolf

Three minutes.

I said, I called in three minutes late.

And he said, five minutes late.

And I was like, are you fucking shitting me?

I fucking set my alarm for this shit after going to bed at 3 a.m.

And he's like, yeah, we're going to have to reschedule.

And here's the thing.

Let me just say this.

This is fucking terrestrial radio.

We have to play another Justin Timberlake song.

We have to play another piece of shit song you don't want to hear.

They're on that fucking time schedule.

They're on that fucking calendar.

I've just done 31 fucking minutes about anything I want to fucking talk about, and that's what I love about this format.

I don't care if you're a miserable ball, Brian.

I don't care if you're a miserable tea.

The point is, is that you're some podunk shitball station in fucking Utah, and you have a nice C-list celebrity set his alarm and get up and call you three minutes late.

And by the way, the next station I called right on time, they asked me if I could call back in 12 minutes.

That's the way it normally goes.

Of course, that's the way it goes.