When I was in New York I wasstaying at a really nice hotel.
I mean,they told me it was nice.
I kept having to callthe front desk
and have them switch me rooms.
And even then, no matterwhat room they put me in,
it eventuallysmelled like farts.
That's a pretty cool wayto tell you guys I fart a lot.
My farts remind mea lot of my father, actually.
Yeah, 'cause he's alsothe strong, silent type.
I'm joking.My farts are super loud.
Actually, people in the roomsnext to me, in the hotel,
were calling the front deskto complain.
I was keeping them awake.
I was sleep-farting.That's embarrassing.
I went across the streetto a pharmacy and I bought,
uh, some Breathe Right strips.
Yeah, I put 'emin my butt, yeah.
Too good--I pooped the bed. Yeah.
Kept it super open.(chuckles)
I think, don't know.
I could've justpooped the bed, I guess.
You know that saying,"don't shit where you eat"--
that's why I don't eat in bed.