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BONUS: Where Were You When?
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BONUS EEKSHOW Episode (with Song): Where Were You When?
There are times in all of our lives where we remember the exact day, year, where we may have been, whom we were with, etc... due to the very particular circumstances or events of that very specific moment. The magnitude, either positive or negative, and or at times just the scale of that moment, and or how unique it happened to be, sticks with us. Our minds are able to pinpoint those type of memories in our brains, they become Engrained, which we all are able to forever tap into long after (and that is, if we choose to). Things like Elvis Presley dying, our first kiss, when a president may have died or been killed, and or the mother of all Where Were You When... September 11th, 2001. God Bless all those who lost their lives that day, and thanks to all those who helped bring all the rest to safety or justice from that same day and all those years later (through this very day...).
I of course chose to humorize, Where I Was When... but what else would you expect from the EEKshow. Have fun and enjoy this Bonus Episode!
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Wake up time to get up, everybody! Fucking bright and early, get up! Ink show time! Get up! Fucking get up! Like your neighborhood's not even aware of the the amount of time it takes to really be excited! Oh Jesus, another fucking 5-0, man. Unreal, man. Jesus! What are the chances that while I'm recording there's a 5-0, man? 5-0 kid. Fucking 5-0. I almost feel like he's gonna get me this time. He probably is gonna turn around and come get me. He probably heard my horn. The ha-ho, I guarantee he's coming to get me, man. Ha ha ho! Just just always I literally was almost peeping while the 5-0 was coming the other way. I saw him slow down. I gotta fucking somehow get away from him. My guess is he's fucking radioing in to another fucking person. Oh shit, how to start another eekshow.show find my fucking weekly ads on Instagram. Info at eekshow.show is fucking absolutely where you can communicate. Eekshow is all welcoming. Where were you? Do you ever think of that? Do you ever talk about that? And I don't even need to ask that question. The answer's yes. Where were you when the challenger fucking exploded? If you weren't born in 1986, maybe you were in a fucking ambio amniotic sack. Is it ambiotic or amniotic? You're in a fucking sack with a fucking umbilical cord attached while you were fucking sucking in fucking human fucking food that's generated inside a fucking woman's stomach. It's a cozy little spot to catch a fucking snack. So you don't even remember the challenger blowing up. Tell you, man, 1986. That's a fucking long time ago. That fucking 40 years ago, man? It's even longer than that. 40 fucking years ago. 40 years ago, fifth grade. I'm sitting in fucking Mr. Doyle's fucking fifth grade class. He taught fucking social studies and was my homeroom teacher. Used to fucking getting these fucking little staring fits. He'd just stop he'd eating an apple and he'd just scare off into fucking space. He'd eat raisins and fucking spit them in the fucking trash barrel. We watched, they pulled the TV and the fucking watch the space shuttle launch. The thing fucking blew up. The kids were like, oh fucking Eek Show sat there all calm. I had seen things blow up for my dad fucking lighting off fucking M80s. Fucking putting them in Mountain Dew bottles and fucking blowing the shit up. Well, obviously it was a little bit more grand than that, but I guess my dad prepared me for the space shuttle launch by fucking putting M80s in Mountain Dew bottles. Where were you when? Where were you? When fucking Kennedy got assassinated. Obviously, I wasn't alive for that one, but I bet you the older crew that listens to this show remembers. That's one of those monumental moments. Where were you when they announced the apple pie was coming back to Mickey D's? What a moment. What a fucking moment in history. Where were you on September 11th? I was in fucking California. In bed. I fucking heard that shit on the radio, and honestly, at that time I had recently moved to Cali. I didn't have cable yet. I literally used to live on DVDs. I'd go in and tell people about the DVD, like what happened, like it was the news. Like if I watched Deep Impact, I'd go in and be like, dude, fucking meteor just hit New York. People are like, what are you talking about, man? They're like, yeah, fucking meteor hit New York. Fucking big giant tidal wave took out the city. President's fucking talking about it. They're like, you're out of your mind, dude. You're out of your mind. I heard the fucking whole radio take of the first plane. They thought it was like a fucking small, like, you know, first reported on the West Coast with Bill Handel. Guy used to be a big time fucking, you know, radio jockey out there in LA. I'd I'd have him on in the morning. I don't know fucking why, but I woke up to that. My brother's sleeping on the couch where he fucking lived in my apartment for four years. Fucking God bless him. Like, yo, I'm like fucking Dodo! Someone crashed into the World Trade Center. And as I'm talking to him on the radio, the fucking another one hits. Fucking walk to work, because I worked right down the street. I worked for a fucking company that was so fucking insane, they didn't even call to fucking let people out of work. Like, not they call the day off until like hours after the fucking shit happened. It's like, dude, America's under attack. Work doesn't fucking matter. Especially what the fuck we do. I mean, other than if you're like in security or fucking the fire department, FBI, national fucking, you know, guard, you you fucking get out of work. And then you go fucking to a bar and watch the rest of it on television. You know, as long as you don't live in New York. And I bet you people in New York, not any other buildings, probably did the same thing. Or maybe they fucking walked out of New York and went to fucking Jersey. I don't know. But I I would imagine people fucking were all together after things settled down, which it's hard to believe that such an event could settle down. But I remember where I was. Do you remember where you were? Where were you for the fucking OJ chase? I was fucking right behind him. I was driving an old shit fucking Jetta, chasing his Bronco. Everybody's getting out of the way. I'm fucking following him. Yo, OJ! I got a fucking one of your second year cards! I need a signature! Yo, juice! Juice! I need a fucking signature, man! It's a fucking second-year fucking cops! I need a signature on this card and I wanna fucking sell it! Fucking juice is loose, cuz! Fucking screaming at him! I'm going to in and out! You want anything? Juice? OJ! Obviously, I'm fucking kidding. I was fucking getting ready to go out. It was in the summer, I believe, and I was getting ready to go out with my buddies to fucking Bahama Beach Club and fucking sagas mass. Saugus! It's right up fucking North Shore near Kowloons. It's where Cowloons fucking lives! Fucking poo-poo platter, lobster sauce with beef. The key there is you gotta get extra bread. Get lobster sauce with beef. Not just lobster sauce with beef. They put the little extra slivers of fucking raccoon meat in there, and you just dip the fucking bread at it. Just fucking dream of what could be. Kowloon's new walk. Anybody north shore knows that's an institution. Where were you when fucking OJ was getting chased? That's a big one, right? Where were you when the fucking second space shuttle fucking blew up on its return? It didn't blow up, it was like disintegrated. I guess, right? It disintegrated. What was the name of that one? I know the first one in 86 was the Challenger. What was the second one? Was it Orion? Maybe Discovery? Columbia. I was I think it was Columbia. Fucking Columbia, man. Columbia fucking blew it last night. Couldn't fucking win in PKs. Fucking Switzerland's on their way to the fucking quarterfinals. Buy some fucking chocolate and fucking melt it and just pour it all over my fucking head to celebrate fucking the Swiss making fucking. Oh, this is great. No parking spots anywhere, huh? Thanks a lot. This is fucking a grand old time. I think you gotta stop letting new people into the fucking Y. Oh my. You gotta let the fucking. You gotta build enough parking spots for a goddamn fucking Y. This is fucking death. There's actual fucking traffic just to fucking drive through the fucking place. Let alone park. Yeah. You're opening your door, fucking stop checking your phone. Get out of your car and fucking move on. You don't need to check your phone as you're opening your fucking door. Moronville. I'm going over here in the shadows, kid. Fucking stay cool. Where were you when? A fun game to play with friends, family, and even strangers. Eeksho's playing it right now. Where were you when Princess Diana got killed in the fucking the crash? Pretty sure her driver was fucking drunk, half in the back, eh? That was a sad day for a lot of fucking Brits. The UK. The fucking crown. The crown never accepted Princess Die, but they didn't want her to fucking die. I know that. Fucking Princess Die. She fucking did, man. Unfortunately. That was fucking. My wife remembers where she was. I gotta be honest. Where were you when? I don't remember where I was when I heard that news. I don't. I honestly have no memory of that. I mean, I certainly remember the news and that it was a big, huge fucking thing, but I don't remember. I remember more fucking the actress who played Princess Diana in European Vacation when Clark W. Griswold was dreaming on the fucking plane about meeting the queen and that Princess Diana was like interested in fucking, you know, sexually in Clark. No, Clark, wait. Clark, wait. And he was like committed to his wife like an Ellen. Where were you when the fucking Titanic sank? Huh? Any of those fucking great-grandparents out there, fucking 90 plus year olds listening to the Eek Show? I was fucking taking a swim in the Atlantic, fucking crossing the fucking, making the fucking overseas swim. I used to do it every fucking week. Eek Show? Do you swim? Yeah, I swim. I dive? I could have been in the Olympics. Right back to fucking Clark W. Griswold. And National Lampoons Vacation, the first one. Boom! Christy Brinkley's with him in the fucking pool. Who's that girl you went, Dad? She was just a pool waitress. Take your order? Yeah, she took my order. Just ordering some fish for you. Mom? Audrey? Pretty good story, Dad. Thanks, Russ. Think mom will buy it? Oh man. Where were you when the dark night came out? I'll tell you where I was. I was in a fucking movie theater with my fucking not yet wife. Maybe she was my wife. I don't remember when that came out. Either we were married or engaged or together, living together, getting ready to watch fucking one of the best films I've ever seen live in the theater. As good as fucking all the classics. Fucking Rocky IV in the theater. Fucking Rambo Part 2. First Blood in the theater. Fucking Dunkirk? Another Nolan film. Dark Knight? Oh man. What a fucking unbelievable flick. I'm sure I've mentioned that before, but where were you? Where were you living? Where did you see it? I was fucking living right here in the Northeast again. Went to see it at fucking Jordan's fucking IMAX. Grabbed one of their fucking blueberry muffins on the way out, because the fucking brat fucking pig bitch doing all the ads doesn't stop fucking talking about them. And your famous blueberry muffins. Dude, shut up! Was delightful though. Wish I had a little fucking pad of butter. Maybe a grill to fucking crisp it up and spread some butter on the fucking melty fucking outside of it. I'd fucking take blueberry muffins into the dark night. Eat them. Fucking get crumbs all over me and fucking act out joker lines. I don't want to kill you! You complete me. Why do you act like that if you're not? So all part of the plan. Fucking dark night, man. Where were you? I remember that like it was fucking yesterday. What a goddamn experience. You can only hope for movies like that. That experience. The feeling. I know I've talked about coming out of that movie before in an eek show. I don't know if I posted that eek show. Where were you when you first heard about stuffed crust? Pizza. Pizza Hut's the inventor of it, aren't they? Let's put a fucking log cheese in the back of the slice. Eat it fucking backwards. Holy shit. What a fucking dream come true! I always would start on that triangle on the front, but then stuffed crust came out and I'm like, I'm gonna eat it the other direction! I'm gonna get fat backwards! Unreal! Stuffed crust! Where were you when? Where were you when fucking Eminem first came out? Hi, my name is My Name is Chuck A Took Ake Show! Where were you when fucking Eminem blew up? Hi My Name Is came out. When you first saw that video, you first heard the song. Was it on the radio? I saw the video. The first time I ever saw it, I was living in fucking Brighton Mass, downstairs, and a fucking home that had been built into multiple apartments. It was like the fucking cellar that was made into a fucking two-bedroom apartment, which is fantastic. That was one of the fucking funnest years of my life. In terms of being like with no responsibilities, just starting out my career and starting to make some cash. Just wasting it all on fucking shit. I remember I'd see him on the TV and I'd be like, this guy's a fucking legend. Dying his hair blonde, fucking my name is Chicken Chicken Slim Shady! Fucking my dog understands how awesome fucking Slim Shady is. Fucking shares his name. How about that? You can't hit that with a bat! Where were you when? Where were you during the fucking blizzard of 78? I was fucking three years old, fucking my dad, fucking get out there, you fucking shovel and help clear the mailbox! You little three-year-old fucking shit! Shut up, honey! Your son's fucking three! He knows how to shovel! Now shut up! You fucking shut up, you non-shubbin' slut! Shut up! Fucking dad! I'm only three, man! I can't even talk yet! Get out that fucking shovel, you little shit! What a fucking what a bitch ass. Where were you when? So many different things you could think of. Where were you when the fucking John Lennon fucking died? Where were you when fucking Jabba the Hot got choked by Princess Leia? Where were you? I bet you were fucking weeping about Jabba going down. Fucking Jabba. What a fucking legend Jabba was. I think I just saw fucking Jabba at the gym. Where were you? That's too many to fucking even count. I think memories and history. They make us think. They make us laugh. They make us sometimes sad or happy or glad. Where were you when you first heard the Eek Show? That'll be a fucking historic one in 40 years from now. I'll be long dead, and you guys will be fucking be like, man. I remember my ears fucking hearing that hilarity. And life just seemed a bit easier. The Eek Show brought me to a more fun place. A place of fucking inevitability. A place where my mind could work like a sponge with holes and just squeeze out whatever was in it. Oil, spaghetti sauce, clam juice, or fucking old dirty water from the South Shore. The Eek Show made me dream of the possibilities. This is the Eek Show. What's the one thing? I'll tell you what the one thing is. How fast time goes by. Time moves fast. So slowly.
SPEAKER_00Every little thing that I say up to, I'm hung up.
SPEAKER_02I'm hung up on you. An underrated Madonna song. Madonna. I'm mad on a fucking podcast. Madonna on a podcast. Madonna podcast. Madonna. Underrated song. Hung up. Time moves fast so slowly. That's my one thing. Time fucking at times. Fucking double conundrum. That's the definition. Time moves fast so slowly. Time's flying too fast. And at times it just seems like wow, this day is never gonna end. What a fucking paradox. Just crazy. Enjoy yourselves. This is each show. I'm out.