In between my morning game of hearts and my post-lunch game of foosball, I started to wonder if perhaps there was not a job easier than mine. The only one I could think of, that Survivor host already has. But as I was realphabetizing all the CDs I get for free, I remembered that Andy Richter, the last great American sidekick, had vacated his seat on Late Night with Conan O'Brien. A seat that should be replaced with my lazy ass.
I'd always wanted to be a sidekick. I need an alpha male to accompany my Scottie Pippen cockiness, my Barney...
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