George Noory

Jorch’s nom de plume is Dixon Balz.

Jorch is reviewing his cue cards.

Big weekend of shews for George Ralph Noory!

June being gay pride month and all.

First he had his butt crack brazillian waxed for Sunday's "Emerging Anus" show, and he had his esophagus widened in an attempt to accommodate more Premiere execs.

Tahmmy's been doing his wrist exercises to help George over the hump when his 3x5 cue cards fail.

George also had his unibrow carnuba waxed in the vain attempt to impress Linda Molten Hole, the only woman he's lusted after who might not have a functional penis.

hahahahahahahahahaha

George’s mustache will sing a duet of “Don’tcha Turn My Brown Eye Blue” with Pat Boone’s anal hair.

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Jorch doesn't know the difference between the UK and England.

GEORGE: "Welcome Nigel from the UK. How are yewww?"

NIGEL: "Thanks. I'm great even though it's raining here in England tonight."

GEORGE: "Oh,I was told you were in the UK. My mistake."

^No this didn't happen. But it very well could!

And don't even think of mentioning Brexit to George. That'd really confuse him.

Philip K. Dick LOL

Fill Dick

Emerging Anus night, followed by Dangling Scrotum morning

Jorch's broadcast chair seat smells like rotten eggs, testifies Tahmmy to Robert Mueller's investigators.

You there stepping out (for more aastroglide)

Let's hear from Cornelius the tard on that.

LOL!!!!!

hahahahahaha

Cornholeus

Joe in Longue Aye-lund...

“I visited Ireland a while back. One night, I stayed up all night. In the morning there were crows or ravens all over that seemed to be watching. Then I went to the coast. The waves were 6 feet. I drove up the coast about 3 miles and the waves were over 25 feet. It seemed to be saying, ‘We were here first.’”


WHAT...

THE...

F*CK?!?!??!?!?!


Don’t believe that that’s what he said? Listen to the replay.

This show is done like dinner.

we can only hope

one velvet morning when whits straight the greys are gonna stretch that taint

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GEORGE: “Let’s go to David in New Mexico. Hi DAVEY!”

WTF?!

Slurring your words Line, you’re on the air...

Oh no, Mr. Lobo after the break.

Mr. Homo

This slurring caller sounds like Punnett the night George went to him for a preview of the next night’s show and Punnett was drunk.

Jorch is trying to seduce Mr. Lobo with this Kenny G saxophone bumper.

Lol It’s a recorded interview from the past! Lol

Mailing it in, as usual.

After a long day moderating roundtable discussions about fairies & angels at Contact in the Desert, George removes his sweaty, mucus-laden mustache and places it in a glass of isopropyl rubbing alcohol on the nightstand in preparation for the following day.