Hey Joel… do you read these? Can I be the next guy shot into space?
What good would the data collected from a willing subject be?
Is this a Goofy cartoon?
Daughter plays hostess with a floral centerpiece that doesn’t quite fit on the table, so she moves it to the sideboard.
Then brother seats mother and then sister and then father and then junior and then the dog.
Joel is already in space… you need to message the Mads.
…and what about the cat?
You could also ask Elon about being shot into space, but he seems to be busy with Twitter…
Or, give Yusaku Maezawa a ring. Maybe one of his cabinmates will back out.
Y’all are all wrong.
THIS is the way you host…
I think this is how…
Ooops, that is how to Hostess.
This guy knows a bit about hosting, you might ask him…
In all seriousness, the easiest way is probably to follow Joel’s example and make your own show. I could make an unwatchable show riffing public domain movies without moving from my seat, if you don’t take health or finances into account. Actually, my green wrapping paper is in another room, so I would have to get up to build the world’s worst green screen, then ride this desk to stardom.
Didn’t know Patton had another job!
How many times has that some thought crossed my mind?
Six multiplied by nine times.
That’s right! How did you know?