Discussion in 'The Howard Stern Show' started by Hateman, Feb 9, 2012.
Can you imagine if she had to sit in the studio with the common folk? She would just die.
well i guess it would be like that show when animals attack
Honestly she'd have to smell the stink from the farts of everyone else...which if I recall correctly was the whole reason that "booth" was built for her in the first place.
She wouldn't be able to blast horrible disgusting gas out of her ass like she does in her booth. I'll bet that thing fucking reeks.
Robin's booth is as empty as her pelvic cavity. It is all hypothetical since she will never be in studio again.
you can't hide chocolate covered beef jerky without a booth. silly hateman.
so the warning no smoking sign before entering her booth is REALLY for your health.
She actually lost her booth during the Carver roast and made a HUGE fuckin' deal out of it.
They would have to.buy her the Shamu tank at sea world.
When was the last time they had a fartter in? Fuck, hen was the last time robin was in the fuckin studio? It wouldn't matter
im really thinking this could work. fill robins entire booth up with water and have her do the show from her tank. give her an ultra tight shiny seal black wet suit and an air hose. sal could come around like 9am and feed the animal while richard tries to catch her with a net.
They should use it as a storage unit, the same way she used to abandon and ignore shit in her office/desk area.
This. Had to check the date on the OP. You guys do realize she's only spent 2 days in-studio in the last year or so, yes? To promote her ghostwritten book and announce being "completely cured".
Howard: Robin, you there?
Robin: whale sounds*
Howard: Oh ok, good.
And wasn't there also a game where the contestants had to sit in her booth so they couldn't hear what was going on in the studio and she lost her shit about that as well?
The booth held her in. Without those walls, her hot blubber would ooze out and stain the floor worse than any squirting whore ever did.
Fuck. You're turning me on.