You get cable with those?
That is awesome, buddy.
Welcome to the show.
Thanks for dressing up, stoner.
You look like you'rethe food critic for High Times.
Thanks for not wearingflip-flops, though.
You got your dirty (bleep)sneakers on.
There was a guy at my showthe other night
with his girlfriend,on a Saturday night,
That's like saying, "Hey, baby,anybody disrespects you
"in any way tonight,
"there ain't a (bleep) thingI can do about it.
"I don't have the properankle support
"to be defending your honor,okay?
So, I'm just gonna flippity-flopthe (bleep) home."
You guys cheered me up.
I wrecked my car.
I hit a deer.
34th and Broadway.
How the hell does that happen?
It ran right outof Penn Station,
with a hot pretzelhanging out of its snout.
And a homeless guyran out of nowhere
and squeegees the deerright off the windshield.