I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, John. I'm fried. So yeah, that could have been it.

Could have been the soft mattress or it could have been the midnight rape or the nude gay

archer that took place in my room. One of those probably added to the lack of sleep.

Try one of these scone. You're in love with them. I'm a little too traumatized to have a scone.

Dancing!

Man, I was banging seven gram rocks and finished. That's how I roll. I have one speed. I have one gear. Go!

Gaze at a graveyard.

Whoa, time out.

Listen up. This came in for last month. We are number one. We just grabbed every key

Democrat. Super duper. That's nice.

Way to go. Need OK. Yes, boy. That is good news.

I'm trying to, in general, take better care of myself. I'm trying to stop smoking. I've smoked since I was 13 years old.

I started when I was 13 years old because I stole two cigarettes from my older sister and I hid them in a shoe box

under my bed with a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine.

One day my mom cleaned under my bed and she found the shoe box. I came home from school and my mom was standing there holding it.

And she said, hey, mister, I found your treasure.

And I never liked the way she phrased that, you know, because that made me sound like the world's lamest pirate.

A guy whose treasure chest is two cigarettes on a woman's magazine.

And my dad came home from work and my mom told my dad that she cleaned under my bed and found a shoe box with two cigarettes and a Cosmopolitan

which prompted my dad to ask, how does John know how to make a Cosmopolitan?

music

Zach, would you say, everything's falling apart, yes or no?

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