Vegas was hot and dry, just like any other dull afternoon. Kris had long since grown bored of the live premier of the new episode of his father's show. Hearing the same wisecracks that have been rehearsed for several weeks to him have rendered this show unbearable. Kris wondered what his friends were up to, and decided to check on his cosbytop, which he recieved last april fools from one of his friends. He still hasn't gotten his original computer back, but he's grown fond of his new technology.
With a great deal of thought, Kris decided it would be okay if he parted with his beloved cosbytop for just a moment...
He made his way downstairs to the door without difficulty, but the pile of mail was quite sizeable due to the fact that Kris's father has been gone for the show for a couple weeks, and Kris never bothered going through it before. The pile was saturated with fan mail, so it would be tough finding the disks if they had come, even though they would be with the most fresh mail. The pile was juuuust big enough to jump in, and it reminded Kris of a pile of leaves... He shouldn't...
he did
Several minutes later, after he had had his fun, he found the two sburb discs and sped back upstairs.
Well darn. Now Kris has nothing to do again, and I can't even properly curse in front of him. He wonders if Rich is on. Maybe he can play another awesome kazoo cover for the podcast again? Anything to fill the void.
There's never a dull moment with Rich. He's always so off the wall and funny, even if you don't know what he's talking about most of the time.
Kris decided that now is as good as any time to record his part of the podcast, so he picked out a few other songs, and started on that.
With a great deal of thought, Kris decided it would be okay if he parted with his beloved cosbytop for just a moment...
He made his way downstairs to the door without difficulty, but the pile of mail was quite sizeable due to the fact that Kris's father has been gone for the show for a couple weeks, and Kris never bothered going through it before. The pile was saturated with fan mail, so it would be tough finding the disks if they had come, even though they would be with the most fresh mail. The pile was juuuust big enough to jump in, and it reminded Kris of a pile of leaves... He shouldn't...
he did
Several minutes later, after he had had his fun, he found the two sburb discs and sped back upstairs.
Well darn. Now Kris has nothing to do again, and I can't even properly curse in front of him. He wonders if Rich is on. Maybe he can play another awesome kazoo cover for the podcast again? Anything to fill the void.
There's never a dull moment with Rich. He's always so off the wall and funny, even if you don't know what he's talking about most of the time.
Kris decided that now is as good as any time to record his part of the podcast, so he picked out a few other songs, and started on that.