I'm getting too old for it.
How old are you? What'd you say?
28. Oh, you piece of *.
I turned 37. It's not old,
but it's like priorities start to change.
It's not a big deal.
It's just little by little, things don't matter.
Out loud alone the other day, I go,
wow, this is beautiful sleeping weather.
I * wasn't tired at all.
Like 6.15 on a Wednesday,
and I'm just talking * to my bed
for no reason.
You have no idea how hard
I'm going to sleep in you tonight.
You better tuck those corners in.
I'm taking an Ambien.
This is going to get radical.
Every day's a new chapter, huh?
Right? You can tell them.
You know what I found out the other day?
I don't hate diarrhea.
I don't.
I just hate surprises.
That's what it boils down to.
That's the truth.
If I know it's coming, I'm in, actually.
I think...
Phone with a full battery,
fresh pack of baby wipes,
I'll see you tonight. What am I going to miss?
Get on with your day.
But it creeps, man, right?
You never know.
I was like, wow, I'm really enjoying
this cleanse. I just wish I wasn't
out of famous footwear right now.
This is, uh...
I just want to discount loafers.
Ha!