I can honestly say that being a host on the show has been an experience full of profound lessons. Of course, the word profound really means mentally scarring. The show has taught me that Craig plays Rock Band entirely too much, as evidenced by the songs played on the show (90% of which are from the games). I've learned that there is no evil greater than a showtune-singing, accent-imitating, chocolate-making chap by the name of Ben. I've learned that there is no whine/complaint/ridiculous comment greater than the ones Mike comes up with on an hourly basis.
I've learned that Fark.com is a great source for endless entertainment (and show material) as we wandered aimlessly into a deep well of useless conversation. There were high times - such as the time Craig forgot he was on air and began to list his failed conquests. And there were... well let's be honest, there were far too many "low brow" times to count. Craig and Mike threatening each other with deranged sexual acts, Craig and Jordan dancing awkwardly in the booth, and the time the Chicken Man declared that he was going to kill everyone, but I would be last. The reason? "Because you have boobs."
Yes, it's been an enriching, intriguing, and wholly cultural experience. The Chicken Show is full of laughter, good music, homoeroticism, biting insults, mysteriously disappearing thongs, and a myriad of other (slightly horrifying) phenomena. It's been a great year! Thanks to Craig and Ben for welcoming me to this strange show. Now if only we could kick off Mike...
P.S. Craig. If you ever play "Mystery Caller" again, and I think I'm fully backed by anyone who's ever been on or listened to the show, IT WILL BE THE END OF YOU. Just saying. Peace!