“Melvin, I respect your commitment to flatulence-based vigilantism. But unless you can clear a room at the Friars Club, you’re a tribute act. Security? Escort the gas man out.”
“He’s got a squeeze toy in his pants, Howard. A rubber chicken modified with a tube.” howard stern archive 1999
The file clicks on. There’s the warm hiss of a studio microphone, then Howard’s iconic voice—gravelly, half-laughing, already annoyed. then Howard’s iconic voice—gravelly