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Welcome!
by: Writers Room
Hi there, You.
You are seeing a brand new, faster, sleeker, and built to shine addition to the Naked Angels website: Naked Radio.
We’re in beta mode right now, so we’re making changes and trying to figure out who we are and where we come from. In the meantime, we urge you to click around, listen to some thangs, check out some blogs, and comment on absolutely everything.
Thanks for helping us make an awesomest website.
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To Do.
by: Dylan Dawson
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It’s hot out
by: Cathleen Carr
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NAKED NEWS
by: Josh Halloway
Naked News: Just like the real news. Only funnier. And filthier.
July 5th – July 11th
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Me In Two Sentences
by: Eric Clem
Okay, I a may or may not have just taken some smoke drugs in an effort to come up with better ideas for an “introductory blog entry”, which, sober, actually sounded like a good idea, but now, as I’ve come to find out, was fairly misguided because the ideas aren’t any better, they just seem better in my smoke-drug-clouded state, which is proved, case in point, by my interest in watching the movie Valkarie after having seen a trailer for it, EVEN THOUGH I’ve already seen Valkarie and know that Valkarie is shit, and it’s all beginning to bring out the — not so much paranoia, but — incredible self-loathing which, in turn, helps me to remember/become-ashamed-of all the shit [...]
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Radio Universe
by: Daiva Deupree
When I was 18 years old, deep in the Everglades, on a late night drive home from Miami, my mom told me a secret about the radio and the universe. “You can ask the universe to send you messages through the radio,” she said. Most people might think this is an odd thing to say, but for my mother, Milda Vaivada, this is a pretty standard conversation starter. She took me to my first psychic for my 10th birthday(which was the same year that my father started taking me to shrinks, but that’s a story for another time). I’ve had my tarot cards and tea leaves read more times than I’ve been to the doctor. I’ve had my astrological chart [...]
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A Tea-Bagger’s Worst Nightmare!
by: Kerry Whigham
Well, it happened. The worst possible thing that could ever happen to a proud, capitalistic, born-and-bred American: I got sick while I was traveling through a socialist state! It happened early one morning. My fiancé and I were staying at a hotel in downtown Vienna, Austria, when he and I both awoke. Tibi had a high fever and cold sweats, and I wasn’t feeling much better myself. He had gotten sick several days earlier in Poland. We thought it would just go away on its own, but it seemed only to be getting worse. On top of that, I was getting symptomatic myself. I checked his throat, and little yellow spots covered his tonsils. I knew it was Strep Throat, [...]
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Top 5 Signs You’re Too Old To Be Seeing Your Pediatrician
by: Josh Koenigsberg
A couple days ago I somehow contracted a horrible stomach virus known as The NoroVirus. If any of you know how I might have gotten it, or if you gave it to me, please reply anonymously below.. Anyway I was forced to go see my Doctor, or as my mom calls him, my “pediatrician.” That’s right. I’m 26 years old and I still see my pediatrician. As I was sitting in the waiting room, I realized how many parallels there were to the scene I was witnessing and to the elements of captivating theater. There are patients going through a daily ritual of Aristotelian catharsis; Fearless Doctors who embody, as David Mamet once wrote, “the quest of the hero to [...]
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Drama
by: Salty Brine
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Eating in New York
by: Cathleen Carr
