So I walked into a recording booth this morning to narrate the first episode of a new season of Deadliest Catch. Greeting me in the small, darkened, closet-sized space, were several dozen balloons, a platter of gourmet cupcakes, Snacks The Wonder Dog, and a few friends from One Union Recording who began to scream at the top of their lungs the moment I turned on the lights. At which point my 52 year-old sphincter was tested in a most dramatic fashion.
I hate surprise parties, but I do love a good jolt, and that’s precisely what I got. Thanks, fellas. I won’t need a vacation this year. In other news, the producers of Deadliest Catch have agreed to a bold new approach to this years show. I think it’s gonna change everything. Here’s a sneak peak of what’s to come.