The Podcast
Welcome to my new podcast by Funny Frogs, the after-dinner activity that will surely get your family jumping.
Hi, I’m Ronald your host of Risque Ramblings. Today’s guest is my good friend Harvey. He’s here to tell you all about the risque things that he does.
“Excuse me, Ronald. That’s not what you said your podcast was about.”
Ronald continued, “Harvey is ever the joker, always making humorous comments about the happenings in his life. What are you up to these days?”
“A… Ronald, this wouldn’t be another one of your joyful jaunts to get me in hot water with the world, would it?”
“Why no, not at all,” was Ronald’s reply. “This is a hyper happy hour, Harv, no sublime shenanigans here. Just tell the public what risque things you are up to.”
“Can I refuse?” was my quick response.
“You’re ever the joker, Harvey. Trying to make those girls out there online giggle? This is our podcast about risque activities. I know you do some. So what’s your story?”
“You, Ronald, are my story. Anything that I’ve ever done that might even remotely be considered risque was initiated by you. Not only that, I’m always the one that takes the fall, whereas you always seem to disappear at the appropriate moment that I get caught.”
“That’s a great thought; too bad it couldn’t possibly be true. I am the pillar of virtue. Ask any of the loyal fans of this podcast.”
“Ronald, this is your first podcast; how can you have loyal fans?”
“Oh, they’re there. Just go out and ask anyone you see in our audience.”
“We’re in your kitchen,” I pointed out. “Nobody’s here but me, your fruit salad, and you with a nutty idea for a podcast.”
“The lines are teaming in with questions for you, Harvey. Shall we go to the text messages?”
“By all means,” I said, “Which web browser are you using?”
Ronald looked at me quizzically, “What’s a web browser?”
“What you need on the internet to get connected so you can broadcast a podcast.”
“Oh, that! Of course, I’m using one of those. I’m using the good one.”
“I think it is time for you to return to your room and play Funny Frogs yourself. By the way, what exactly are Funny Frogs, and how are they sponsoring you?”
Ronald suddenly stood up as he looked out the window and said, “I think I hear my dad calling me. I’ll talk to you later.”
Ronald got up and rushed from the kitchen.
At that moment, the door opened, and Ronald’s mother walked in. The look on her face was not a happy one. It might have had something to do with the fruit salad sitting in front of me and the mess surrounding it, of electronic equipment and fruit debris, that someone was supposed to have cleaned up before she came home.
