I mean,I hate being the sober cab.
It's the worst.I rarely do it.
But the worst isbeing the sober cab
and everyone in your caris shitfaced,
and you have to go througha fast-food drive-through
and try to get everybody food.
And you're the only onein control.
So you're in the driver's seat.You're at the microphone.
Everyone's just a disaster.
You're like,"Mark, what do you want?"
"What was that?"
Yeah, I don't speak Japanese.No idea what you just said.
Just pick a meal number.What meal number do you want?
No, they don't go that high.
What meal numbergoes to 48?
[sighs]Steve, what do you want?
"Do they have wedding cake?"
No. Nobody has wedding cake.You want a wedding cake?
Nobody has that.
You physically can't eata whole wedding cake.
"All right, dude, chill.
Can I get a vodka soda?"
There's always the guywho's too blacked out
that ruins the whole thingfor everybody.
You're like, "Gary...what do you want?"
He, like,leans in the microphone like,
"Yeah, can I get some pussy?"
Nobody gets food.Nobody gets food."
You had one easy task.
Just point at a glowing menu.
It's a glowing--just point at it.
Pretty sure McDonalds isn'tgonna have pussy anytime soon,
or a "McPussy,"or whatever they would have.