Where Babies Come From

I'm not gonna promise you that. Carla and I were talking the other day about like when we would all hang out and it would be like 2 o'clock and you'd be calling me, you'd be like like, let's go, Jay, where are you? Let's fucking go. And then I'd be like in my car and I'd be like, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm late, he's calling me. And like, and I hadn't showered and I don't have underwear on, and you know, I do, I roll. And then I come up here and I drive up your hill, and then you're waiting in the— not in the driveway, at the end of the street. Yeah, with the wing of the car up. And I get out, I grab my phone, I'm like, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, my pants are falling down because I don't have a fucking belt on. I get in the car You're like, come on, let's go. You, you start driving before the wing is even closed. The door starts to close as we're driving. You're like, let's go, let's go. I get in the car, I'm like— and then you go, and then you go, all right, where are we going? Subway? I was fucking dying.