I gave Kenny an extra-special Christmas treat this year. It went a little something like this:
Upon getting out of the shower, I presented him with a high-karate kick from the living room doorway:
Only less high, with more crooked parts, and a little bit (well, quite a bit, actually) of wobbling thrown in, where it could have appeared that I was almost falling over, but in fact I was just transitioning into my next moves, which were the really-fast-and-blurry professional-type moves:
And then I brought the show to a close with a little tribute to The King:
All this while naked.
Performance Arts, People. Thank you. Thank you very much.