The next time there's going to be a live "Ask Dr. Hal! Show," it's here on the radio that you'll hear about it first. For other tips about the life to come, during and after the long-predicted Econoclasm, read between the lines of the fully decoded, transcribed version. Stock up on food and water. Always stop for a Red Flag Waving. And Stay on the Rails, No Matter What. Dental hygiene is also a "must." There're not many dentists in bomb craters! With Pete Goldie, KrOB and the whole crew. All aboard! --for adventure, thrills 'n' laffs galore. Safety first, fun second, and learn somethin' third.
Or, perhaps a different order should be followed...

Chatroom History
November 23, 2012 10:00pm - 2:30am

Your Listening Audience: Hey! (11:19pm)
Your Listening Audience: That's Dr. Fiasco... (11:20pm)
Your Listening Audience: That's Dr. Fiasco... again... (11:25pm)
Your Listening Audience: this kind of loser (11:28pm)
test tease: bon soir ? hello le monsieur docteur hal robins? le maitre d' alchimie ? est vous le vrais person , so fameux ? assistez mois, s'il vous plait . J'ai besoin de votre assistance dans le ars magna. ou, si vous dit en le lanqu anglais, somebody help moi, please (11:31pm)
test tease: bimbozo (11:32pm)
Your Listening Audience: :0 (12:30am)
Your Listening Audience: HEY! (12:32am)
Your Listening Audience: Hey Hal! watch out for ROBO-DJ sabateur in your midst (12:32am)
Your Listening Audience: The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more! No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives. (12:46am)