Oh my God. I can't stand when people... Here's the thing. I'm a fucking calm, cool, collective guy that doesn't have much to say about anything. Like, everyone knows that.

But like, when you're in a grocery store and someone comments on your groceries, like, oh, that should actually get time in jail.

Like, I'm getting a bunch of grilled chicken, steak, like, all this bullshit.

And this lady behind me, like, it's pre-made at this place called Amelia's.

It's pretty sick, actually.

It's a cute little fucking slutty-ass cafe hybrid mix between like, then they have like a couple

refrigerators with some pre-made stuff.

They have some soups.

They have some pre-made soups.

They have some grilled shrimp, chicken, steak.

They have some pre-made salads.

But then also it's a little, it's a little cafe.

It's a little cafe.

You can get a fucking coffee to go or you can sit at the bar.

It's seat yourself.

It's very progressive.

And this dumb-ass bitch, are you meal prepping?

Shut the fuck off.

Don't tell anyone, don't tell everyone in here what I'm doing.

Like, shut the fuck up. I don't know, man. I don't know what it is. It just bothers me like when people

will comment. My mom had a crazy story too about this one lady. My mom was buying chopped onions

and the lady behind her, oh my God, there's a massive crack in my wall right now.

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