-Alaska's a different story.
Those natives gotno [bleep] business
being like that, becausethere's no [bleep] way
Alaska was betterbefore we got there.
There's a chance in hellthat these fatso natives
with their [bleep] fish icecream and snow houses were
having a better timebefore we showed
up and gave themelectricity, OK?
Number two-- it is theworst part of Alaska.
It's a 12-to-1male-to-female ratio
in Anchorage, thecapitol of Alaska.
Can you imaginewhat a hell that is?
What a dystopia run by fatchicks that [bleep] town is?
And listen, I'm notanti-fat chick, OK?
My numbers are very clearthat I am pro-vagant.
But if we happen to be somewherewith kind of a [bleep]-up
economy, don't act like you'rebetter than me now, fatso.
That's not [bleep] cool.
Price-gouging me,like I'm at some
kind of airport McDonald's.
I know how much a Big Mac costs.
It's not $6.
This is-- Iliterally heard this.
Some guy made ajoke that, like, you
let Brad Pitt harass youat work, because he's hot?
And a 300-pound waitress goes,if Brad Pitt touched my ass,
I'd call the police.
You would call a cop?
If Brad Pitt came down fromheaven to this frozen shit hole
that you live in and touchedthe bean-bag chair that you call
an ass with his beautiful goldenhands, you would call a cop?
You wouldn't drop toyour hammy veiny knees
and thank some kind of whalegod for the best thing that will
ever happen to youin fat awful life?
Are you [bleep] me right now?
I wouldn't call thecops on Brad Pitt.
That would be the mostinteresting thing that ever
happened to me in my life,if Brad Pitt touched my ass.
I'm not-- seriously-- nothingwould compare to that.