Delilah After Dark
by tgirschMay 27th, 2007
I admit it: I’m actually kind of morbidly entertained by that syndicated nighttime schmaltz-fest. If I’m in the car and there’s nothing else on (which there almost never is), I’ll actually listen to the twice-divorced radio hostess dish out love advice to naive callers, while playing saccharine love songs that have seemingly nothing to do with the calls they follow.
There’s a trick to it, though: In my mind, I imagine Delilah sitting in her studio with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a small tumbler, drinking away her sorrows as she secretly mocks her callers, all the while continuing to “comfort” them in that faux sugar-and-spice voice. While the young trailer-park caller drones on about her “soulmate,” Delilah is making a finger gun against her head and pretending to shoot herself, and then throwing back her tenth double-shot of Jack.
That’s entertainment!
P.S. Bonus points if someone takes the time to doctor up a picture of Delilah with a bottle of Jack.
Categories: Humor, I do too have a life |
I heard her a few times. Such an imaginary scene is the only way I could survive her.