"SIck My Ass" or "The Real Reason Crock Wasn't Around"

(MURPHY)

So by now I'm sure you've all seen Crock's post apologizing profusely for his being absent due to "the flu." Well, I, dear readers/listeners/whatevers, have the real scoop. And what I'm about to reveal may SHOCK you. It may even OFFEND you. It may hit you so hard that you lose all bowel control.

Here it is.

Crock wasn't sick.

He's just a PUSSY.

That's right, he's a cake-eater through and through. Crock had the sniffles. The fucking sniffles. This isn't the middle ages, where sniffles meant certain death. Yet, ol medieval thinking Crock was ready to put leeches all over his fuckin gangly ass chicekn-frame.

Hey Crock, here's an idea straight from the Mouth of Murph (now THERE's a name for a radio show): MAN UP! This is exactly why I can't take you to the strip club or take you hunting or count on you in a fight. Anyway, now that your Hypochondriacish self is "better" I'm gonna have to be doubly hard on you in the next show. It's not that I want to, it's just.....well yeah, I want to.

Murphy out.