I bought a new Chevy Avalanche and returned to the dealer yesterday because I couldn’t get the radio to work.
The salesman explained that the radio was voice activated.
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“Willie!” he continued and “On The Road Again” came from the speakers.
Then he said, “Ray Charles!” and in an instant “Georgia On My Mind” replaced Willie Nelson
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Yesterday, some guy ran a red light and nearly creamed my new truck, but I swerved in time to avoid him.
I yelled, “You moron… you have no idea what you’re doing!”
Immediately the radio responded with, “Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States, Barack Hussein Obama.”
Dang, I love this truck…
The salesman explained that the radio was voice activated.
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“Willie!” he continued and “On The Road Again” came from the speakers.
Then he said, “Ray Charles!” and in an instant “Georgia On My Mind” replaced Willie Nelson
I drove away happy, and for the next few days, every time I’d say, “Beethoven,” I’d get beautiful classical music, and if I said, “Beatles,” I’d get one of their awesome songs.</ins></ins></ins>
Yesterday, some guy ran a red light and nearly creamed my new truck, but I swerved in time to avoid him.
I yelled, “You moron… you have no idea what you’re doing!”
Immediately the radio responded with, “Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States, Barack Hussein Obama.”
Dang, I love this truck…
