There’s not much that needs to be done this afternoon, and even if there were, they wouldn’t feel much like doing it. Chris lays on the couch playing Angry Birds: Star Wars and Dan stares out his window and screams at green pigs.
It is horrific. The kind of mess you don’t usually see outside of carnival bathrooms, except there’s slightly less blood and bone.
When Chris accidentally runs over the foot of the lead in the youth production of the Nutcracker, he’s forced to fill in so that the kids can put on their show. Fortunately, Dan once worked for the Royal Ballet of Flanders in Antwerp, so he can help Chris train. Dan worked in IT for the Royal [...]
I probably shouldn’t write these hungry. Fuck it. I’m getting a taco. Listen to this episode.
Space is big. Space is very, very big. There’s not a lot out there either. The chances of Chris & Dan finding anything, or even having a place to stand is pretty slim. They’re pretty much dead in space thousands of light years away from home and any other humans. It’s tragic.
You wouldn’t download a car. Unless your buddy’s startup gets funded. Then you can download a car to your 3D printer. It’s pretty sweet.
Dan got bit by a racoons, and he eventually bites Chris and things just spiral out of control from there.
It’s a lovely little house. It’s down by the beach, so it has a great view. There’s a porch, a kegerator in the kitchen, and like eight bathrooms. Everything a guy needs.
They don’t want it, they don’t need it, it was a perfectly fine horse, but Glenn- you know Glenn, the guy at the comic shop- bet them FIVE DOLLARS that they couldn’t eat a horse. They sure showed him.
After the fly, things escalate very quickly.