Paul Castronovo noticed that his radio partner, Young Ron Brewer, avoids any contact with co-workers in the Clear Channel building. To call him out on this, Paul asked members of the sales team, ones that work and interact with Young Ron on a daily basis, to stop by the studio. Young Ron was then supposed to tell us each one of their names.
You might be surprised by how many he missed.
p.s. each employee has worked with Young Ron for at least 10 years.
When I first heard Brian Wilson and Jeff Beck were going on tour together I thought “that sounds weird” and guess what? It was. My son, who’s a big Jeff Beck fan, and I went to the show not really knowing what to expect but it turned out like you might imagine. There was an aging Brian Wilson with some of the Beach Boys doing all their good time oldies and even though I’ve never been a big fan, their harmonies were amazing. Then out comes a goth-looking Jeff Beck, the smell of refer starts wafting in the air and he and his band blow away the very same crowd that was just be-bopping to “Help Me Rhonda”.
But it gets even stranger. After Jeff Beck takes his turn Brian and the boys join him for more classics like “Surfing USA” where Beck does a guitar solo. The show ends with a somber encore of the old Irish drinking song “Danny Boy”. Weird…but fun.
By the way my 15 year old stood by Jeff Beck on purpose in this photo so he could crop his old man and the other guys out, leaving just him and one of his hero’s. My partner Paul did the same thing a few years ago when Johnny Depp visited our studio.
They say when there’s friction between two people, a smile is a good lubricant. There were no smiles, however, when Lisa Lampanelli recently appeared on the Paul and Young Ron show. Perhaps you heard it…a verbal trashing of historic proportions after a rather mundane (and I think fair) question about the queen of the roasters not being on the James Franco roast. She really went off on me suggesting I should be replaced on the show due to my many toxic diseases and added she hopes I die from an incurable rectal condition! Wow, when did comedy become so mean?
Now I realize Lisa is an insult comic and I love her, as I love all of God’s glorious creations, but her tirade just wasn't funny. Personally I never make negative comments or call people bad names and I’m not going to start with that bitch Lampanelli. I’ve even forgiven my a-hole partner Paul Castronovo for replaying the interview several dozen times.
Speaking of comedy bullies I hear old Aries Spears is back in town. For those who don’t remember Spears threatened to kick Paul’s ass for calling him out when he refused to be funny on our show. He may have even killed Paul had I not stepped in to protect him. I haven’t seen my co-host that frightened since a lesbian beat the crap out of him at a Hootie and the Blowfish concert.
In my opinion funny is good, just do it with humor and comedy not threats and anal remarks. In fact if Aries Spears were here right now I’d kick him right in the balls…that goes for Lisa Lampanelli too.
Part of the Young Ron Brewer Leaves the House series... there is an internet craze going around called "Turning Gym Shorts as Cocktail Dress". Young Ron, being on the tip of latests internet trends, throws his attempt into the ring...
What we expected....
Umm...new style trending with the gents...gym shorts made into a cocktail dress...some men are very secure! pic.twitter.com/Ghvr6enlY0— Karli Brooks (@mynameiskarli) September 11, 2013
Dear Paul Castronovo,
I am proud of the way you’ve been dealing with defeat. Watching your Gators go down must have been devastating, and losing to Miami makes the sting even more painful. However you took it like a man which surprised me frankly. Instead of pissing and moaning you accepted the loss as a gentleman, realizing the age old adage “may the best team win”. I’m sure you also know there are more games ahead and your team might win one of them. In fact I’ve figured out a way to guarantee your favorite team will win. It’s simple, all you have to do is become a UM fan. No more worries about Alabama or Georgia or South Carolina because you’ve gone from orange and blue to orange and green! This SEC stuff is for the birds, and as you grow older the stress can be very harmful. Think about it, instead of Tennessee you’ve got Savannah State for Christ sake. So go ahead and denounce the Gators before they embarrass you again and make you feel like an even bigger chump. And remember…you can’t spell Paul without the U.
There are a few things that have been working my nerves lately. First the big Lebron James scandal. The only reason people are pissed that he got a police escort into a concert is because they didn’t. I don’t know anyone who would turn down this special treatment. The only thing LBJ did wrong was brag about it on Instagram.
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Then there’s the intern lawsuit. Some intern in New York sued PBS because they were asked to make copies, file reports and do other intern-like tasks and guess what? They WON. My Dad used say “Good Christ on Italian Beef”. I’m not sure what that expression means but it seems appropriate here.
Now on to the man who asked his 15 year old son to hold a cup of beer while he took a photo at a preseason football game. The kid didn’t drink it but they both were immediately kicked out of the stadium. The cops told the guy he was lucky they weren’t taking him to jail.
How about the Mother/Daughter massage business in Boynton Beach that advertised on-line? That caused a big stink because some people thought they might be prostitutes. Listen, if my wife and her 85 year old mother would ever give me a massage I’m sure I would find it both relaxing and therapeutic.
And finally this photo from down under (in more ways than one) where a wildlife park thought they should censor a kangaroo’s privates…
Ever since Blue Ivey came out of Beyonce’s birth canal having babies has become very trendy. And now with the new royal baby it’s a bona fide sensation. I’m all for it. I’ve often said that being a parent is the most wonderful thing anyone could ever wish for, and I’ve told my kids that out of all the people who have ever lived in all the world, we are together at this one moment in time and that is extraordinary. I hope all parents will ponder that.
Ask anyone with children what’s the most important thing in their life and they’ll all say it’s their kids, but not all of them treat their kids that way. For example I was at a theme park in Orlando over the summer and I overheard a number parents yelling at their children. “Quit acting crazy you’re driving me up a wall”, “If you don’t stop bugging me we’ll leave right now” and “I’m getting sick and tired of you”. It takes all the fun out of what’s supposed to be a good time. And who’s the expert that told parents to say “bye-bye we’re leaving you behind” when kids linger too long in the toy aisle at the store. I guess that’ll teach them a lesson won’t it? To a kid that lesson is that your parents will abandon you. Once when I was five I threatened to run away from home and my Mom said “okay” and held the front door open for me to leave. It was like she didn’t care and I had no choice but to go. I came back a half hour later with a load in my pants.
Some parents do have their priorities in order though. Mainly a pro golfer named Hunter Mahan who withdrew from the Canadian Open with a first place lead in the final round because his wife went into labor. However as someone said on the Paul and Young Ron show (humorously) “he wouldn’t have had to pull out of the tournament if he had pulled out nine months earlier”.
Recently I traveled to the Catskill Mountains of New York for nearly a week of quiet reflection. It was a lot different from what I expected.
My first stop was at a rustic country store colorfully named “Slappy Dick’s.” It had a little bit of everything, gas, deli, café, even liquor. The man behind the counter was a burly, bearded fellow who I assumed was Slappy Dick himself. He was wearing a t-shirt that said “the meek will inherit nothing.” While picking up supplies I noticed he was charging 3 to 4 times what I normally pay for booze so I guess Slappy Dick has no conscience.
When I got to the lodge I found my accommodations and felt worse than I did when I saw the price of alcohol. It was a dank one room cabin that was at least 75 years old. There was no television, no internet, no telephone (including cell service) and no air conditioner. For the next 5 days I stayed in that room naked and alone surviving only on vodka and jarlsberg cheese. The lighting was so bad I had to read while sitting on the bathroom toilet which brought back an old proctologic problem.
I did make one friend however. It was a tiny mountain chipmunk I named “Alvin.” It turns out that chipmunks are members of the rodent family and they love cheese, especially my variety of extra sharp swiss. Unfortunately this led to Alvin’s undoing.
I believe that a firm, daily elimination is the basis of good health and all that cheese bound my little buddy up. It left Alvin bloated and lethargic and that’s when tragedy struck. In a vodka haze I accidentally stepped on him and the shock sent me flying into a wooden support post. It was bad news for me and worse news for him. Looking down I shouted “Alvin…Alvin... ALVIN…” but it was too late, he was gone. To make matters worse before I could give him a proper burial a sharp-eyed barn owl swooped down and carried Alvin away.
What follows is a brief photographic journey.
The expensive vodka I bought and the cheese Alvin and I shared in happier times.
The scene of the accident and the post I smashed into.
I felt a little like Rhianna taking this. It’s the serious injury I sustained in the tragedy that cost me a new friend. By the way in this photo I’m only wearing gentlemen’s dress hose and a diver’s sport watch.
Next vacation I’m going back to Sanibel.