A GUMPISM: Push the botton and Blow it up

Heard on the local hip-hop music station near 5pm:

DJ: “Now this is my favorite time of the day. 97.9 Jams What’s your name?”
Caller: “Trianna” (the “ah” sound at the end continues on for some time)
DJ: “What you rollin’ in?”
Caller: “A Suburban.”
DJ: “Oh yea, Rollin in the big Burban!”
DJ: “What is your favorite radio station?”
Caller: “97.9 Jams.”
DJ: “Now push the button and BLOW IT UUUUUUUUP!!!”

ME: Did I just hear the sound of a car horn?

DJ: “Next caller. 97.9 Jams. What’s your name?”
Caller 2: “Demarcus”
DJ: “Demarcus what are you rollin’ in?”
Caller 2: A red Explorer with twenty twos.”
DJ: “Oh yea, Rollin in Exploder sittin’ on Dubs!”
DJ: “What is your favorite radio station?”
Caller 2: “97.9 Jams is my favorite radio station.”
DJ: “Yeaaaa! Now push the button and BLOW IIIIIIT UUUUUUUUP!!!”

I definitely heard it that time. It was a car horn honking.
That was it.
They call in and tell him what kind of car they are riding in. He asks them to tell him that this is their favorite radio station, and then he asks them to honk their horn.
I got dumber just listening to it.

It was like that retarded kid that lived across the street that got sheer joy out of honking the horn when his parents put him on their lap while driving. This was before car seats were the “in” thing for overprotective parents and way before the overprotective parents decided that parents that were not overprotective were bad parents and made it into law.

– PS. These same goobers are the reason that a grown adult must wear a helmet while riding a bicycle three miles an hour in the city park. I don’t really think I need a helmet because I am not chasing Lance Armstrong at the speed of light or blazing down a mountain biking trail.
But then again, maybe some of these kids not wearing a helmet is the reason that I have to listen to a round of “Push the button and blow it up” every weekday at 5.