Hello to anybody who's reading this. I'm here to ask for your help, or beg for your mercy if you won't help. Kip's a really good friend of mine, really, but he's decided to "lay low" at my mansion. You'd think that with a place as big as mine we wouldn't find each other so often, but every time I enter a room, he's there. And he's usually drowning his sorrows in his iKaraoke. Loudly. He doesn't have a voice, I tell you, he can't carry the lightest tune! Thanks a lot, Rico, for that. If I recall, your slogan for that stupid machine is "You know you're a star. iKaraoke proves it to the world." The world doesn't want to hear Kip Deshler singing "Boom Boom Ain't It Great to be Crazy" at the top of his lungs! So if you can't help me, have the mercy to shoot me!
I've been trying to figure out a way to keep him in one room, and just one room, so I can invite some other people over. It is, once again, far too quiet in the mansion. I'm hoping I can convince my chef friend to come back and make another amazing dish now that there are no more zebras (or peacocks) roaming the island. Oh, that reminds me, I need to have those lions trapped or something really bad might happen.
Still haven't gotten the taste of snails out of my mouth. Ugh...
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