Welcome to the Jungle Jones Show!
I bring you news and music from the local scene and let you in on my wild life. You know you love it. Everyone loves to know what's going on each other's business. The bed most of all.
Catch me late at night on the station 104.4 of your dial. Don't worry, I do kiss my mother with my mouth. I kiss anyone with my mouth! Including my sexy Latino husband of mine.
But guess what this is? MY BLOG! Now I invade your internet! I will be talking about a lot of stuff here, most of it being things I can't say on the radio and there's BLEEP here folks! Its rude, crude, and goddamn American right for freedom of speech in all it's fucking glory! It's raw bitches! Can you take it? Can you survive the jungle? Hopefully you can. I can you lots of jungle love. So what's all new going on? Let me tell you in full detail.
My first night on the air was a blast, thank you Hawaii! You're so fucking awesome. It was a long ass trip across the Pacific Ocean. In a yacht. Just my darling husband, myself, and our captain Jojo. We let Jojo go after getting to port. As far as I know he has changed his phone number. I guess Santiago and myself were too much for him. We try. Where did we come from? Los Angeles, California. But I'm no Californiacated man! My shit is from Big Sky! And thats all there is there. Big sky. Trees. Plains. Animals. Trailer parks everywhere. Damn right your new DJ is trailer trash! My ABCs were American Spirit, Bic, and Camels. I am proof, kids, that if you shake your money maker you too can succeed like me! You have to learn who's cock you have to suck to get ahead and trust me, it works. I'm not talking about the girls, guys you should learn how to suck cock, too. Think of it as a big, or tiny, banana.
So far I'm loving you, Hawaii. One of the few places that recognizes the ring on my finger means something other than I'm going to get mugged in the streets. BUT! Still not 100% legal. You should change that Hawaii, it isn't paradise for everyone and thats what you're selling. I can' type all about sex, now can I? I actually could but I have other things to get off my chest! Like I saw some real freaky shit the other night. Stuff that should make you wet your pants. Some kid was bad mouthing the wrong guy. What he should have done was get on his knees and prepare to suck it. Because he didn't he was tossed around on an invisible wire by a vampire. I think his name was Akelo. Kekeko. Kelo. Kakoka. Cockacocka. I was raised in Montana, I only speak bad English! For an old ass he has a nice ass. I'd tap it. But I think he would eat me and I like my blood inside my body. So if you know him, give the guy a thumbs up and maybe toss a sacrificial child at him so he doesn't drink out of you like the sippy cups we all are.
As I'm typing this my husband is trying to get my attention. I think he's winning. You can't just ignore a big hard on in your face. When a cock is there you see it and hope it doesn't stab you in the eye. Goodnight, Hawaii. You will be hearing me again soon!
I bring you news and music from the local scene and let you in on my wild life. You know you love it. Everyone loves to know what's going on each other's business. The bed most of all.
Catch me late at night on the station 104.4 of your dial. Don't worry, I do kiss my mother with my mouth. I kiss anyone with my mouth! Including my sexy Latino husband of mine.
But guess what this is? MY BLOG! Now I invade your internet! I will be talking about a lot of stuff here, most of it being things I can't say on the radio and there's BLEEP here folks! Its rude, crude, and goddamn American right for freedom of speech in all it's fucking glory! It's raw bitches! Can you take it? Can you survive the jungle? Hopefully you can. I can you lots of jungle love. So what's all new going on? Let me tell you in full detail.
My first night on the air was a blast, thank you Hawaii! You're so fucking awesome. It was a long ass trip across the Pacific Ocean. In a yacht. Just my darling husband, myself, and our captain Jojo. We let Jojo go after getting to port. As far as I know he has changed his phone number. I guess Santiago and myself were too much for him. We try. Where did we come from? Los Angeles, California. But I'm no Californiacated man! My shit is from Big Sky! And thats all there is there. Big sky. Trees. Plains. Animals. Trailer parks everywhere. Damn right your new DJ is trailer trash! My ABCs were American Spirit, Bic, and Camels. I am proof, kids, that if you shake your money maker you too can succeed like me! You have to learn who's cock you have to suck to get ahead and trust me, it works. I'm not talking about the girls, guys you should learn how to suck cock, too. Think of it as a big, or tiny, banana.
So far I'm loving you, Hawaii. One of the few places that recognizes the ring on my finger means something other than I'm going to get mugged in the streets. BUT! Still not 100% legal. You should change that Hawaii, it isn't paradise for everyone and thats what you're selling. I can' type all about sex, now can I? I actually could but I have other things to get off my chest! Like I saw some real freaky shit the other night. Stuff that should make you wet your pants. Some kid was bad mouthing the wrong guy. What he should have done was get on his knees and prepare to suck it. Because he didn't he was tossed around on an invisible wire by a vampire. I think his name was Akelo. Kekeko. Kelo. Kakoka. Cockacocka. I was raised in Montana, I only speak bad English! For an old ass he has a nice ass. I'd tap it. But I think he would eat me and I like my blood inside my body. So if you know him, give the guy a thumbs up and maybe toss a sacrificial child at him so he doesn't drink out of you like the sippy cups we all are.
As I'm typing this my husband is trying to get my attention. I think he's winning. You can't just ignore a big hard on in your face. When a cock is there you see it and hope it doesn't stab you in the eye. Goodnight, Hawaii. You will be hearing me again soon!
