First, lemme address the topic at hand:
My biggest issues was when I wore my letters, I had all kinds of folk approaching me, saying that they were an Alpha Phi Omega, but didn't even know the most basic of info.
Prime example (true story), some black woman, who was either low income or homeless would sell Little Debbies snack cakes individually (the ones you would find in a 10-12 pack) at the corner of Broad and High (the heart of downtown Columbus) to get some change. Anyhow, she would approach me on the COTA bus and would proclaim to be my brother trying to BS her way into having me give her some change. But the only info she knew was that she went to Ohio State. Couldn't even tell me when she joined, she would just say she pledged at OSU. Needless to say, she didn't get a cent from me.
The only other instances I recall when I wore my letters was that everyone whe knew of me via the letters and saw me at Greek parties and whatnot would call me "Mr. Alpha Phi Omega Man", or something to that effect.
The most annoying FAQ I get from folx when I wear my letters is (Slide it, Earl!):
What's that? [read: Alpha Phi Omega].
It got to the point that I would direct them to
www.apo.org (which we didn't get as an official website domain until 1998). Prior to that, we had a website that was pretty similar to our current one that was ran by a brother named Fuzz (the website address was extremely lengthy and difficult to remember).
Fortunately, I am spared the folk who express their interest and intent to join APO. After a while, it would've gotten real old real fast.
Now that that's out of the way.......
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Originally posted by CrimsonTide4
Ignore the game show portion and just go with the #1 answer. This has absolutely nothing to do with RM. 
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Where's my microphone? Where the blank is my microphone?
HC the studio audience is only at quarter capacity?
Hmmm. Microphone missing, low audience turnout. Can only mean one thing.....
CRRRRRIIIIMMMMSSSSSON TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!!!!!
*RM walks out of Studio 33 and heads for a neighboring studio*
....Girl 'gon just jack me for my prized microphone and then my audience, then 'gon say it's got nothing to do with me? Yeah, gurl, let you tell it. Well, it's awn (read: on) now!!!
[Jokes, just jokes yall. Now back to your regularly scheduled thread]