Putting Peanut Butter On My Weiner
And then it's really dark in my car, but there's a bunch of stuff in the bag, so I'm like taking everything out one by one I'm like, this isn't the alcohol, this isn't the alcohol. And then I turn on the light and I open the bag wide and I just realized it's a bunch of fucking bath bombs. Yeah, and just a bunch of bottles of shampoo. And I do— I nearly lost my mind. I was like, there are people that work their entire lives to win a fucking Oscar and attend this after-party, and you are giving everybody bath bombs. I was so pissed. But I mean, whatever, it was pretty funny. I don't even drink alcohol. The only reason I just wanted it is so I I can show my friends that I have expensive alcohol, right? Yeah. But yeah, whatever. That, that went that way. Did I already tell my NASCAR shirt story?