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You have your key in there, sir? – Yeah. – House lights? Go-wally, go on house lights. –
You ready? – Spotlight. Spotlight. Spotlight. – Thank you. Hi. Thank you very much. Uh,
thank you. Hello, everybody. Um, Hello. I mean, by everybody, I mean, uh, you guys. Uh, I
mean everybody who’s here. Really I shouldn’t say “everybody,” Because most people are
not here. By a pretty huge majority, most people are not here. Most people are in China,
actually. It’s true. Actually, that’s not true. Most people are dead. Did you know that? It’s
true. Out of all the people that ever were, almost all of them are dead. There are way more
dead people. And you’re all gonna die, and… and then you’re gonna be dead for way
longer than your life. Like, that’s mostly What you’re ever gonna be. You’re just dead
people That didn’t die yet. That’s… There are so many dead people. Ray Charles is dead.
Hitler. Bunch of other ones. But mostly those two guys. And… It’s true. Ray Charles and
Hitler are both dead. And really it’s the only thing they have in common, because
otherwise they’re very different dudes. Many contrasts between Hitler And Ray Charles.
I’m gonna tell you a few of ’em. Um, Ray Charles was black. Hitler was not. Hitler killed
several Jews. Too many. I’ll say too many. He killed an excessive amount of Jews. He
really… Beat that thing to the ground. He killed way- He just-no moderation. Ray Charles,
meanwhile, hardly any Jews. He killed so few Jews.

Uh… I don’t know how to start shows. It’s just a problem that I have. I never… I never
figured out how to come out and just start talking, because the first thing you say on stage
always feels stupid, Because there’s no real reason for me to talk to you. It just doesn’t
exist. I don’t know you. You don’t-you’re- You don’t even know each other. You’re facing
The same direction. That’s all you have in common. So I just have to… Bleh! It’s like
talking To a girl at a bar Because You’re attracted to her. The first thing you say Is just
gonna be dog shit Coming out of your mouth. Because you don’t know her. The only
honest thing That you could say to her Is “I want To fuck your face. ” That’s the only thing
You could say That you could mean. Anything else you say Is you trying really hard Not to
say “I want to fuck your face. ” That’s the only thing you’re- “Hi, I want To put my penis in…
The lowest hole In your head. “

I was never good at that. Like, I was very bad At being single, Which is a problem,
Because I’m divorced, So I’m single again. After ten years of marriage, and- No, here. Cut
the shit. Don’t even start With that noise Like a puppy died. Let me tell you something. And
this is important, Because someday one of your Friends is gonna get divorced. It’s gonna
happen. And they’re gonna tell you. Don’t go, “oh, I’m sorry. ” That’s a stupid thing to say.
It really is. First of all, You’re making ’em feel bad For being really happy, Which isn’t fair.
And second-let me explain Something to you. Divorce is always good news. I know that
sounds weird, But it’s true, because no good marriage Has ever ended in divorce. It’s
really that simple. That’s never ha- That would be sad, If two people were married And
they were really happy, And they just had a great thing, And then they got divorced, That
would be really sad. But that has happened zero times. Literally zero. Ray Charles has
killed more Jews than happy marriages have ended in divorce. So if your friend got
divorced, it means things were bad, And now they’re- I mean, they’re better. They’re not
good. Life is shit wall to wall, But they’re better, so you should be happy. But the part that’s
difficult is being single at 41 after ten years of marriage and two kids. It’s-that’s like having
a bunch of money in the currency of a country that doesn’t exist anymore. Like… Like I
found 500 million Prussian francs. I can’t really take advantage of being single, because I
didn’t- I didn’t expect to be single. I’m not prepared. I didn’t think I’d ever be- I didn’t keep
this shit up. You understand? I didn’t maintain any of this at presentation condition. It’s
function only. It was not… I didn’t think I would need it that way. I thought I was gonna be
shoving it into the same person every three months till one of us died. That’s… What I
thought was the nature of the deployment for this… I didn’t think I had to be, like,
appealing to someone from scratch. It’s like having a- It’s like having a ’73 Dodge dart in
your backyard. And it’s been sitting back there with grass growing- You don’t have any- It’s
not an old mustang. You have no plans To restore that dart. You don’t even see it When
you look out the window. And now you find out That’s your only way to work. You need
that car now. And you’re like, “Oh, shit, I- “I didn’t take- It’s got bees in it. “I didn’t take care
of it. “It’s full of bees. “There’s a family of mice living in the tailpipe. I can’t take that to
work. ” I have no single instincts. I know too much to be single. I know everything that
happens now. That’s no good for single. You got to be optimistic to be single. Stupid. You
have to be stupid. That’s what optimistic means, You know? It means stupid. An optimist is
somebody who goes, “Hey, maybe something nice will happen. ” Why the fuck would
anything nice ever happen? What are you, stupid? But that’s the attitude you have to be to
be single. You have to look at somebody and go, “ooh, maybe… ” I don’t look at it that
way, even when I see somebody I’m attracted to.

I was at a gym the other day. Why? Why? I’m at a gym. I’m just wearing shorts. That’s all
I’m doing there. Just standing there. And I look over, and there’s a girl on the- you know,
with a ponytail, and she’s on this thing- and I’m looking at her, and I’m like, “oh, she’s
awesome. Shit. ” But then I start thinking, wait a minute. I’m single. I’m on the market. I
have value. I could say something to her. I could just walk up and say something. And I’m
trying to think- “What am I gonna say?” What does-what do I look like to somebody like
that? And then I realize It’s been way too long. I’ve just been standing there, staring at her.
I want her!

I have no identity In the single world. I can’t-I look at them, I don’t know what they’re doing.
I- I tried just jerking off to Girls Gone Wild The other day. Just to re-enter the community
that way. Just to feel part of it. And I bought it. Not the commercial on Comedy Central. I
paid money like a grown-up. I put my credit card down and waited for it to come to my
house. I’m an adult. so I’m trying to jerk off to Girls Gone Wild. I can’t do it, ’cause I’m a
father. I’m too old. I’m just getting mad at everybody in the video. I’m like, “you fucking
irresponsible bitches. Go back to school. What are you doing down there?” “There’s two
wars and a depression. “Put your-get the oil off your tits and study, for fuck’s sake.” I just
don’t look at a woman as a pair of tits anymore, and I wish I did, ’cause I could get laid
easier, ’cause that’s what it takes. Just to go- But I can’t now. Like, I went to a club. I went
to a club, you know, like, a… like, a club. And I’m standing there looking at all the people,
and there’s the women- The hot chicks. The hot girl at the bar. You know when you see
them, that’s just-she’s a hot girl At the bar. She’s got the- got the shirt and the skirt, and
the boots. Those three lines. It’s, like, some perfect ratio that they hit with those three
lines, and you- and they’re all standing there like that. And I used to look at somebody like
that. I’m like, “wow, she’s an angel. What could I ever say to make her like me?” Now I
look at her and I’m like, “What is that? “Is that even a person? “What the fuck kind of
person is that? Is that an identity even? Who would want to be that?” I have two
daughters. I pray they don’t grow up to be the- the hot girl at the bar. What kind of- “Hey,
what do you do?” “People want to fuck me.” Really? That’s it? “Yeah. “I go to this club, and
they want to fuck me over here. “Ha ha. Not you. Ha ha.” And their male counterparts Are
even more useless. The guys. The dudes-the going out to get laid dudes. You know those
guys That walk in packs of nine down the bar street. The going out to get laid guys. They
all got the same button-up, stripy, going out to get laid shirt on. They all got the same
stride, and there’s one short guy behind them like- and they- they’re all out to get- Like,
who’s gonna fuck all nine of you? What is the fantasy here? Are you gonna see nine
women in the same configuration, And just all-? Are you all gonna walk into a giant vagina
somewhere? “Ha ha! Dude!” And then later they’re in front of a pizza place, just angry at
each other. “You said there was pussy there, you idiot!” “Shut up!” Then they beat up a
stranger and get the energy out that way. “Faggot!” Those are the most dangerous people,
are dudes that didn’t get laid. They’re just fucking- Just full of cum coming out of their
eyes. “Fucking-fucking- Fuck somebody.” Stand there.

I love dudes that hang out together and do the whole- I saw this group of guys, And one of
’em was such a guy, He had it turned up so high that it was crazy. His friends were kind of
normal. He was like- I’m like, “what? Is that- That can’t be real. That can’t be a
personality.” Does he do that at 4:00 in the morning when he’s peeing and nobody’s in his
apartment? He’s like- And he kept doing that gesture That guys like to do. The… That’s
my favorite dumb guy gesture. Yeah. Pfft. Pffsh, yeah, right. I always wonder, what if there
was a guy who, whenever he does this, he has to finish. Like, just some guy who works in
your office. You ask him a question. “Hey, is Bill in yet?” “Yeah, Like, he’s ever on time.”
“Oh, fuck.” “Oh, shit. “Seriously, that dude’s always late, man. I’m serious. ”
It’s always an odd moment In a guy’s life, The second after you come, and you’re like-
Reality comes rushing back. ‘Cause you’ve been Pushing reality away In pieces All night
to get the- “Oh, no, it’s fine. “Yeah, no, It doesn’t matter. “No, I’ll just leave my car there. “It
doesn’t matter. I’ll just go… “Doesn’t matter… This is weird… Ah, fuck. ” And then You’re
just like- You’re like the Hulk coming back down to the other guy. My clothes are ripped
And there’s a dead guy here. I don’t know what happened. I’m gonna get my duffle bag
And leave town again.

So this is A beautiful theater. I like what I do, Because I get to work In a lot of different
places. And, uh, recently I did a show in New Jersey In the auditorium of a technical High
School. I forgot that existed, technical High School. That’s where dreams Are narrowed
down. That’s- ‘Cause we tell our children, “You can do anything you want. ” Their whole
lives. “You can do anything. ” But at this place, We take kids- Like, they’re 15. They’re
young. And we tell them, “You can do eight things. We got it down To eight for you. ” And
I’m not saying These people are stupid. Because I’m stupid. I really am stupid, And it
bothers me. Like, I wish I was more stupid, ‘Cause then it wouldn’t- I would-just all My
thoughts would just be- But instead, Here’s how my brain works. It’s stupidity Followed by
self-hatred And then further analysis. It’s not a very efficient System of thought. I have
these dumb thoughts, “Duh,” And then I go, “what the fuck Is wrong with you?” And then I
figure it out. But the impulse Is always stupid.
Like, I saw this guy In New York one day, And he’s walking his dog, And this is what I saw.
The guy’s got a- He’s got a coffee And a dog on a leash, And a phone. He’s on the phone.
So he’s got His phone like this, And the dog’s leash is going From the phone hand to the
dog. And I look at this and I go, “Oh, he’s got, like, A dog phone. ” Like, that thought
Sincerely inhabited me For, like, a full minute. I’m going, “oh, I wonder What the benefits
are To hooking Your phone up to a dog. ” And then the other part of me Had to go, “Why
the fuck Would that exist? You asshole. “

I had a string of bad- Dumb thoughts the other day. I was-I don’t remember What town I
was in. I was on the road. I was just standing In front of my hotel. It was 5:00 in the
afternoon. That’s usually what I’m doing At 5:00 in the afternoon. Just standing in front of
my hotel. Because I’ve been Inside all day. Just with the jacking off And the ice cream. It’s
just horrible. It’s, like, a horrible thing. All day. Just depths of fucking hell. Just-I wake up, I
get, like, chicken wings. Shit nobody eats At 10:00 a. M. Like, really-hot wings And I eat
’em all, And then I’m like, “uh… ” So I get ice cream To cool it off, you know? Like… And
then I feel worse, So I jack off and pass out. I turn off my phone In case my kids call. I
can’t fucking face anybody. I wake up covered with Three kinds of shame glaze Just
covering my body. And so right around 5:00 In the afternoon It starts getting dark, And I’m
like, “I got to be In the daylight just once. ” I have to at least One time in the day Be in the
daylight. And that’s- I just stand there. That’s it. Like a fucking mental patient In a
bathrobe. Just- Cigarette burns On the robe and shit. Some girl telling me She got married.
I’m not listening. “Daddy, This is my husband.” That’s what it feels like, Anyway. And I
started Looking at people, And they’re all crispy-clothed And rosy-cheeked And full of
purpose, And they’re making me Feel worse. And I’m about to go back In the hotel And
jack off another time. And then I look across the street And I see this couple, And they
were just striking. They were a beautiful couple. It was a beautiful woman With a beautiful
man. I’ll say he’s beautiful. I got no problem with it. I’ll suck his dick too. I don’t need your
permission. I don’t care. Walk right over there And suck his dick. I mean, I never did that,
But I’m 41. Maybe I’ll do the second half gay. I don’t know. It remains an option. There’s
got to be something to it. Those folks are having a good time. They have parades. They-
there’s no parades For how I get laid. They have parades. Marching down the street To
celebrate that They blow each other And fuck each other In the ass. Smush their vaginas
together, Or whatever that one is. Whatever wonderful thing Those folks are doing That’s
none of my business. So I-okay, So I’m looking at the couple, And they’re walking On the
other side of the street, And they have a child with them. But I can’t see their child, ‘Cause
there’s, like, A dumpster and some other stuff. I just see, like, A little head. And I’m waiting,
I’m curious What their kid looks like, Because they’re so beautiful. Maybe I want To fuck
their kid. I don’t know. That-that’s just me Saying something terrible Because it makes me
laugh That it upsets you. That’s all that is. Just so you know. It’s just-it’s just enjoyable To
me that you’re upset. That’s all it is. I’m not gonna fuck a kid. I wouldn’t do that. Maybe a
dead kid. Who are you hurting? He’s dead. Who are you hurting? I’m not saying I would kill
A kid and fuck him. I’m saying if I found A dead kid in a field And it wasn’t raining, I might
take a shot. I don’t know. I haven’t been In that situation. All right. Oh, sorry. All right.
Okay. So I’m looking At the couple, and… They got a kid with them, And I’m curious What
their kid looks like. And they come Around the corner, And they’re-and this Is a true story.
It wasn’t a kid. It was a little old chinese Woman walking next to them. And here’s what My
dumb brain tells me. I go, “oh, that’s what Their child is like. ” Not like, “oh, she’s A
separate person. She’s not with them. ” I’m like, “Oh, that young couple “Gave birth to a
tiny, Elderly Chinese woman. Isn’t that interesting?” And then the other Part of me had to
go, “Dude, you- “Yeah, that’s what happened. Yes. Asshole. ” And then I was looking At
the little old chinese lady. She was-there was A beauty to her. She’s just tiny, little, Old ch-
I was staring at her ‘Cause I was fascinated by her. I don’t know anybody like her, And I
am so not A little old chinese lady. That I-I was like, “What are her thoughts?” That was
what I was burning inside with. What is she thinking Right now? I can never know. And I
really-the dumb brain Is telling me That she’s just thinking- That’s how dumb I am. That I
think chinese Gibberish that I made up… Is in her Actually chinese mind. That’s all. Just-
“Me chinese. ” Course I didn’t-I can’t know What she was thinking. She could be thinking
Anything. “Eh, black people steal. ” So I’m like- She might- I’m not saying they steal. I’m
saying that fucking Racist chinese lady Might have been thinking it. She might have been.
It’s possible.

And I went to England. I spent a month there. I liked England. Everything’s different. I
mean, that’s obvious, But some of The differences were cool. I like the money, The
money- Instead of a dollar bill They have the pound coin. And it’s a coin and You throw it
on the counter. It felt kind of cool. Like the old west. Like going on the-you know, Being on
the dusty trail. You see a saloon, so you walk Over to it with your horse. You throw the
rope Vaguely at the pole outside. That thing they do. It’s my whole life On that horse.
Should be fine. Just… Walk in the saloon. “Give me a beer, The bottle of whiskey, “And a
room for a week, “Steak dinner, shave And a haircut and a bath, “And some new clothes
And a hat and some boots, And some oats for my horse, And a woman. ” Here you go.
Ping. That’s all. One heavy coin. You’re fine. Nobody adds up all those things You
mentioned. They don’t check To see what coin it was. The guy just keeps Drying the glass.
Things were very vague Back then. Things just cost money. “Hey, how much is that?”
“Money.” In the old english movies, It was different. It was a little sack of coins. Remember
that little Drawstring sack Tossed over By some faggy lord With a ruffled shirt. Throw it
disdainfully down To some commoner Who’s gonna do something Beneath his station.
“Follow the girl and report Back to me at midnight. “Bring a shovel and a sack “And two
reliable men Such as yourselves. “Oh, what’s that? Oh, yes, of course. Well, This ought to
be sufficient. ” Meh, just-shink. “Oh, thank you, sir. ” The guy’s so happy To get a general
amount of some kind of currency or another. He didn’t, like, count it. Like, “I think you only
gave me Enough for the shovel. There’s not enough there. “

That was a good time In our economy, When you needed to have gold To buy shit. We
might be going back to that Pretty soon too. Things are pretty fucked up. People are a little
bit scared. But you know what? How bad could it really get? I mean, most Americans Have
so much crap You could lose most of it And still be- Have more shit Than the average
Canadian, Even. Like, we’re the fattest People in the world, And we just have All this shit,
And we hate it. We’re just miserable With our phones. “Fucking… ” Just angry all the time.
And I worry about The economy failing, Because we don’t- We can’t even- We’re
miserable With a great life. Like, I don’t know How the fuck We’re gonna deal with, like,
When you got to move your mom Into the cellar and shit And, like, have, like, Serious
problems. Because we have, like- Up till now, We have white- We have white people
problems In America, That’s what we have. White people problems. You know what that
is? That’s where your life Is amazing, So you just make shit up To be upset about. People
in other countries Have real problems. Like, “oh, shit, They’re cutting off All our heads
today. ” Things like that. Here we make shit up To be upset about. “Like, how come I have
to choose A language on the ATM machine? It’s bullshit. ” “I shouldn’t have to do that. I’m
American. ” God, the shit We bitch about. I called American Airlines, And I got a xstani
lady. And she was in Pakistan. Only people near my fat, White body should have jobs. I’ll
tell you what, though. When I call American Airlines And I get the Pakistani lady, I hang up
and I call again. I do. I’m gonna tell you honestly. And it’s not because I don’t like her, And
it’s not because She doesn’t speak English, ‘Cause she speaks Way better than I do.
She’s just a better person. It’s so clear. And I know-here’s why I don’t like talking to her.
‘Cause I know she doesn’t Give a shit About me and My white people problems. I want to
talk To the lady from Texas, Who’s- “Well, how can I help you?” That’s the lady I want. I
just know when I- “Hello, American-” “Oh, fuck. You don’t care. ” There’s no way. Why
would you? I’m in my underwear. “Hi, I have a layover In Dallas that’s really long, And I
was wondering if-” And she’s like, “Oh, really? “I haven’t had a clean glass of water in ten
years, okay? “Two of my kids Died this morning. “I still came to work, You fat shit. “I can
hear your fat Over the phone. Why don’t you hang up And kill yourself?” Why would she
care? But we just-God. Standing at the ATM. “I can’t believe They make me go like this.
Stupid.” What the fuck Are you complaining about? You push a button and money Comes
out a fucking slot. It didn’t used to be that way. When I was younger, You had to go in the
bank. Remember that? You had to go inside the bank. Now you look in the bank, You’re
like, “what are those People doing in there? Are they cleaning? The money’s out here.”

It’s amazing how different shit is now, And it hasn’t been this way For a long time. It’s been
a very short time. Everybody has a phone in their pocket. It didn’t used to be You had a
phone- Just a few years ago, Nobody had their phone. It was just the phone. It was this
thing, the phone, That was in a room In your house. And then you had to dial This fucking
thing. There was a rotor, And you had to turn it And go- You actually hated people With
zeros in their numbers, ‘Cause they made you do- Well, this guy’s got A zero and a nine.
How badly do I want to talk To that piece of shit? That’s too much work. Now we have this,
Which is amazing. We have these phones that you Can call in an air strike. You can look
at the top of your own head. It’s amazing, this shit, And it’s wasted On the shittiest
generation of piece of shit assholes That ever fucking lived. I swear to God. We are. We’re
the worst people so far. Because we have This beautiful thing, And we hate it. We’re just-
“Fucking thing. ” I don’t- Never saw a person going, “Look at what my phone can do. ”
Nobody does that. They all go- “Fucking thing, it sucks. I can’t get it to-” Give it a second,
Would you? Could you give it a second? It’s going to space. Can you give it a second To
get back from space? Is the speed of light Too slow for you? You non-contributing,
Product sponge cunt? Can you just wait? Can you just take A little breath? Just wait for
that picture of Axl Rose to get on your phone. Like it even fucking mattered What you were
doing. Like it was even important. We’re all just so mad. “I hate my phone. It sucks!” No, it
doesn’t. It’s amazing. The shittiest cell phone In the world Is a miracle. Your life sucks
Around the phone. Why are you so mad at it? People say The craziest shit. “I-I hate
Verizon. ” What are you talking about? How can that feeling exist? “I hate Verizon!” “Why?
Did they fire you And take away your pension?” “No, it just-couple of times It was weird for
a second. ” “I hate them!” Hate Verizon. Well, make your own, then. You go make one.
Make your own network. Get some hubcaps And climb some trees. See how close Yours
is to perfect. Why would it be perfect? Really, It’s as good as it is. Why do we expect it To
be fucking perfect All the fucking time? We’re not contributing. We’re not helping it be
perfect. We don’t even know what- What is involved. Do you have any idea What is
involved In taking your thing That you said That nobody needs To ever hear ever, When
you go- “Hey, what’s up, dude. ” And a little, invisible, Magic angel takes it, and- God damn
it. Ho-“when did you Send me that text?” If I sent it to you A month ago, it’s amazing.
Whenever it gets to you, It’s amazing. Whenever it gets to you In your chosen fucking font.
It’s incredible.

I don’t know. I’m not that old. I’m 41. But I’m still amazed At the shit in my life. I’m amazed
at the shit In the world. I was on a plane once, Like about a month ago, And they had high-
speed, Wireless internet on the plane, And they had never Done that before. They
explained to us That we were, like, One of the first aircraft. And I opened up my laptop,
And I’m online. I’m looking At youtube and shit While we’re flying. And then it broke down.
And the woman says, “I’m sorry, But we have to fix the internet, So it’s down For the rest
of the flight. ” The guy next to me goes, “It’s fucking bullshit. ” I’m, like, “dude, how does
The world owe you something You didn’t even know existed 30 seconds ago?” People on
planes Are the worst. People on planes, They complain. They get off the plane, They
come to your house, And they tell you about Your whole flight experience. And they make
it sound Like it was fucking a- A cattle car In Poland in the ’40s. They just make it- “That
was the worst Day of my life. “I had to sit on the runway For 40 minutes. ” That’s a story In
this country. That’s a fucking hardship, That you had to sit On the runway. People will
listen To that story. They’ll stop doing the dishes And turn around and go, “Oh, my God,
really? For 40 minutes? That’s awful. You should sue them.” “I had to sit on the runway
For 40 minutes.” Oh, my God, really? What happened then? Did you fly through the air
Like a bird? Incredibly? Did you soar Into the clouds impossibly? Did you partake In the
miracle of human flight? And then land softly On giant tires That you couldn’t Even
conceive How they fucking Put air in them? How dare you. Bitching about flying. “I had to
pay For my sandwich.” You’re flying! You’re sitting in a chair In the sky. You’re like a Greek
myth Right now. “But it doesn’t Go back very far, And it’s sort of Squishing my knees.” The
Wright Brothers would kick us all right in the cunt If they knew. If-if you could go back In
time to Orville Wright And go, “hey, dude, I had to sit On the runway for 40 minutes. ” And
he’d be like, “Oh, shit, Well, let’s Not even bother, then.” “Hey, Wendell, shut it down.
“They make you wait for a bit. That hardly seems worth it.” There’s always delays. That’s
what everybody Complains about. There’s always delays When I fly. Really? Delays. It’s
too slow. Air travel’s too slow. New York to California In six hours. That used to take 30
years, To do that, And a bunch of you would die On the way there. You’d get shot in the
neck With an arrow and you’d go- And fall down. And the other passengers Would just
bury you And put a stick there with your Hat on it and keep walking. And one of ’em Would
fuck your wife And have three babies. And all the old people Would die. You’d be a whole
different Group of people By the time You got to California. Now you watch An Adam
Sandler movie And you take a big, runny dump And you’re there.

I was, uh, I was flying About a week ago, And, uh, I was in the airport, And I saw this really
old man, And he’s on- He’s on a wheelchair. I can fucking hear That shit, So back the fuck
off. I can hear It in your headsets. Just careful. Or turn them down. Sorry to fuck up The
entire show for that, But I could hear- “Get closer to him. “No, it’s okay, it’s fine. Get closer
to him. He won’t mind.” All right. Wait a second. Okay, uh, This about where I was? Okay.
That’s right. I was on a- I was in the, um… I was in the airport. Ugh… Tot-just drenched
right now. Totally drenched. It’s like I peed. It’s crazy. Okay, so I’m in the airport, And I’m
going through security, And they bring this old man In a wheelchair, And he was… Crazy
old. I mean, he was the oldest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve been To museums and shit. This
dude… I didn’t know There had been as much time As this guy was old. I mean, He was at
least forever. He was at least that old. Just tiny, Little Nosferatu hands And eggy head.
Just one of those… So frail. It was like Just the atmosphere Was crushing him Into a
diamond. Just… And they’re Pushing him through, And I’m not the only per- Like, He was
parting the people, ‘Cause people were going, “What the fuck? That’s crazy. He’s really
old!” And they take him Through security, And, you know, If you’re really old Or you’re in a
wheelchair, You can’t go through The metal detector If you’re in a wheelchair, So they take
you To secondary clearance, Which is far more stringent. Like, the oldest and feeblest
People get the highest scrutiny. So they take him over there, And he’s-I mean, he doesn’t
Even look good for infinity. He’s not even like, a- He’s, like- Got a whole thing going. And
they take him over, And they start checking him For weapons. Like, thor-like, What do you
got there, huh? Like, checking him. And they lift him- I swear to God, They picked him up
Gently out of the wheelchair By the shoulders, And he’s standing between These two guys
like this, And they’re going- And I’m like, “really? Is that the guy, fellas? “You think that’s
the guy? Do you want to maybe Let him go?” Let him enjoy the last Ten seconds of his life
Doing something else. What-what is he gonna- Even if he pulled it off, He deserves
whatever he wanted, Really. What is he gonna do? Even if he had a grenade- Let him
keep it. And I know what they’d say. They’d be like, “well, Where do you draw the line?”
He-this is the line. This guy right here, He’s the actual line. It’s very clear.

There’s always somebody going Through security who’s like, “I don’t want To take off my
shoes. “Stupid. I’m not a terrorist.” Oh, that’s right. We only make Terrorists do that. I’m
sorry. That’s what we sound like now. Just the whole country. We’re like Fat eighth
graders. All of us. Just- Not fair.

You ever listen to people? When I was in England, I went into this cafe full of Afghani
people, and they’re-they just had crackly energy to their language. I don’t know What they
were saying, But it was like- There’s energy. We don’t have that anymore. You ever listen
to people? You ever listen to what People really sound like? The other day I was In some
whatever coffee- I don’t know, You can only be in six places. Whichever one I was in. And
I’m listening to just fat White people talk to each other. These two fat white guys Behind
me. One of ’em is like… And his friend’s like, “I know, it’s… …Obama. ” These two women
are talking. One of them’s like… “I know, it’s… ” “… Stephanie. ” Anyway, I was listening
To the two guys, And one of ’em used a word That really pissed me off, Because it was
how he used it. He used the word “Hilarious.” That’s one of those words That we use- That
we don’t care What it means. We go right for the top shelf With our words now. We don’t
think about How we talk. We just say the- Right to the fucking just- “Dude, it was amazing.
It was amazing. ” really? You were amazed? You were amazed by A basket of chicken
wings? Really? Amazing. What are you gonna- What are you gonna do With the rest of
your life now? What if something Really happens to you? What if Jesus comes down From
the sky And makes love to you All night long, And leaves the new, Living lord in your belly?
What are you gonna call that? You used “amazing” On a basket of chicken wings. You’ve
limited yourself verbally To a shit life. All these words we use. “Genius.” That’s- You can-
anybody Can be a genius now. It used to be You had to have a thought No one ever had
before, Or you had to invent a number. Now it’s like, “hey, I got a cup in case we need
another cup.” “Dude, you’re a genius.” So these guys, They used “hilarious. ” And I
remember the context exactly, Because I had The hate recorder Running in The back of
my head. I was just standing there Fucking angry. I’m listening to ’em. One guy says to the
other guy, He goes, uh, “Hey, dude, so, uh… So guess who I saw today. ” And his friend
goes, “Who?” I swear to God That’s how he said it. It just slid out. Just “who?” I was like,
“Tighten your lips up, man. Make an effort. ” “Who.” That’s how a person talks. This guy,
He’s just secreting words out of the front of his head. “Who?” So his friend goes, “I saw
Lisa today.” And he goes, “That’s hilarious.” How the fuck is that hilarious? That you saw
Lisa. Is Lisa a poodle on her hind legs? How is that hilarious? Was she standing next to
Jerry Lewis when he was younger? How the fuck is that hilarious? Do you know what
“hilarious” means? “Hilarious” means so funny That you almost went insane When you
heard that sh- It’s just so funny That it almost ruined your life. You’re homeless now
because You can’t cope or reason anymore because that hilarious thing just shattered
your mind, And three months later you got shit and leaves in your hair, and you’re
drenched in pee in the gutter. That’s how funny “Hilarious” is. I don’t know This Lisa cunt,
But she ain’t that funny. There’s just no way. She’s that funny on sight? Fuck her.
Seriously. I hope she’s dead. I really do. I hate her. I hope she died today. Weirdly and
horribly. I hope the person She loved most Pushed her off a cliff, And she was just falling
and Screaming the whole way down, Never accepting it. And then Superman swooped her
up And then dropped her from higher. I seriously hope that happened… to stupid Lisa.
With her one tit bigger than the other, and her fucking frizzy hair, and her… Her big nose.
Fucking Jew. What am I doing? I’ve lost my mind.
“Jew” is a funny word, Because- It is. Because “Jew” is the only word That is the polite
thing to call a group of people And the slur for the same group. Most groups have a good
and a bad- Theirs, the same word, Just with a little stank on it, And it becomes a terrible
thing to call a person. ‘Cause you can say. “He’s a Jew.” It’s fine. but “he’s a Jew.” Like,
that’s all it takes. I wish the president would slip one into a speech That’s just on the
border, Just to fuck With people’s heads. Just in the middle, You know. “We all got to get
along In this country. “We need everybody. “blacks and whites And Christians and Jews,
And let’s just try to…” Hmm. I don’t… Can’t call him on it, But that seemed inappropriate.
Fucking Lisa. Fucking Lisa, man. It’s just- It didn’t deserve that. The story didn’t deserve-
Here’s what he should have said. This is what That story deserved. It should have been
like, “I saw Lisa today. ” The other guy should have said, “That happened. ” That’s it.
That’s all it deserved. He should have said, “That happened,” And then they just should
have started making out. I don’t know why I wanted that. I just wanted these Two old fat
guys To just start blowing Each other on the floor. Not even gay blowing. Just awkward,
heterosexual sucking, That they don’t know What they’re doing. And they don’t even get
hard Partway through. They’re just sucking Each other’s soft penises. And they’re both
crying, ‘Cause they’re embarrassed and confused. Now that would be hilarious. Then you
would have a story that you could call hilarious without being accused of hyperbole.
It’s amazing, the stories that people think are interesting. And that’s always one of ’em, Is
when your friend ran Into somebody from their past, And they can’t Wait to tell you. And
first they want To tell you for 40 minutes How blown away you’re gonna be That they saw
this person. “Dude, you’re not gonna believe Who I saw today. ” Yes, I am. Course I am.
Don’t even tell me. I don’t care. “No. No, dude. “Dude! “When you find out- Holy shit!
“When you find out who I saw, “You are gonna shit in your Father’s mouth when I tell you.
“I’m serious! “When I tell you who I saw, “You are gonna Kill, fuck, and eat “Four Mexican
retarded kids When I tell you who I saw today. “I’m s-you’re gonna do that. “I’m serious
That you’re gonna do that. “You’re not gonna- “You’re just gonna rip out your asshole “And
throw it on the wall. “It’s gonna stick there, “And you’re gonna dive through it Into another
dimension. ” Tell you who I saw today.

Anyway, I don’t know Why I’m such an asshole. I really am. I have-I’m grumpy. I don’t-I get
impatient with people quickly, you know? I just get tired of- When people are boring, I want
to kill them, you know, And that’s not fair. I used to like people more, But now I have
children, And that changes your life. It changes your life In a lot of ways. Like, you spend A
lot of time with people You never would have chosen To spend time with. Not in a million
years. I spend whole days With people I’m like, “I never would have Hung out with you. ” I
didn’t choose you. Our children chose each other Based on no criteria, By the way.
They’re the same size. They don’t give a shit Who they make me Hang out with. My
daughter had A playdate the other day. This kid comes over, And his father brings him,
And his father Brings his fucking face Into my house. And I have to ask it questions For an
hour and a half. “Ugh. What do you do? I don’t care. “God damn it. “What other shit Are
you passing on “To that little faggot You brought over here “To play with my kid? “I don’t-I
hate your son. “I hate him. He smells. ” Gets too close When he talks. “Can I have
raisins?” Yes, you can have- Just… Stand… Dude, I’m not- You’re not mine. I don’t love
you. Do you understand? I don’t have any-no love. None. I don’t even have an instinct To
protect you. I don’t care if you die. I seriously-I won’t Feel anything if you die. I’ll have to
pretend. For your dad.
I like kids. Parents, I’m not crazy about. Most parents- Like, this whole country, Our thing is
the children. We have to do it all For the children. And, meanwhile, Nobody gives a shit
About how They raise their kids. People put minimal effort Into it. They have-their kids-
They’re, like, Consumers of their kids. Like, they want to call Customer service. “Why does
he play Video games all day? I don’t understand Why he plays video-” Maybe ’cause you
bought him A fucking video game, You idiot. Throw it a- Throw it away! Who told you That
was a good idea? A developing mind. Fucking idiots. My kids don’t even Watch television.
And when I tell Most other parents that, You know what they say? They go, “Aw, fuck you.
” Why? “Just ’cause fuck you. “Fucking hippie weirdo. “They’re gonna Grow up weirdos.
“‘Cause they don’t watch Just fucking anger and colors Screaming in their face. ” If your
kids watch TV, Here’s what you should do. Just-if you think That’s really a good idea To
have ’em watch TV, Next time your kid’s Watching television, Just come up behind them
when They don’t know you’re there, And just turn it off Without any warning. Just go-pfft.
Watch what happens. They go- Do you think That’s a good sign? You think it’s a sign That
it’s healthy for them? That when it’s taken away They go- Because you’ve created Such a
high bar of stimulus That nothing competes. A beautiful day is shit To a child now. A
gorgeous, panoramic day With hawks catching fucking mice And flying away And bears
with fucking fish In their teeth. And the kid’s like, “I want to watch the television! This is
nothing!” That’s what’s wrong With our kids. They can’t just stand And be a person
without- Baa! Blah!
And then the food– We feed them food That tastes like insanity. It’s insanity, our food. Do
you under-you should To be able to give a kid An apple, and they go, “Oh, thank you. I
love apples. ” Kids can’t even taste- Apples are like paper to them. Because we fill ’em,
We force them to eat- People force their kids To eat fast food. I was in this hamburger-
This woman’s, like, just Shoving french fries in the- “Eat it!” The kid’s, like, “Mom, it’s salty.
It hurts. I can’t eat anymore. ” “Shut up. Have a soda. ” We give them msg, Sugar, and
caffeine, And, weirdly, They react to those chemicals. And so they yell, “aah. ” And then
we hit them. What fucking chance Does a kid have? We pump the stuff in there. “Aah!”
“Shut up! “Stop it. Why are you like this?” “‘Cause I haven’t had actual Nutrition in eight
years, mom. “I’m dehydrated. “Give me water. “Pepsi’s not water, You cunt. “Give me a
glass of water. “I’m dying. I have sores on my tongue All the time. ” “And stop hitting me.
“You’re huge. “How could you hit me? That’s crazy. You’re a giant, And I can’t defend
myself.” I really think it’s crazy that we hit our kids. It really is-here’s the crazy Part about it.
Kids are the only people In the world That you’re allowed to hit. Do you realize that?
They’re the most vulnerable, And they’re the most destroyed By being hit, But it’s totally
Okay to hit them. And they’re the only ones. If you hit a dog, They fucking will put you In
jail for that shit. You can’t hit a person unless you can prove that they were trying to kill
you. But a little, tiny person with a head this big who trusts you implicitly, fuck ’em. Who
gives a shit? Just fucking- Let’s all hit them. People want you to hit your kid. If your kid’s
making noise, They’ll be like, “Hit him! Hit him! “Hit him! Hit him!” That’s right. We’re proud
of it. We tell- “I hit my kids. ” That’s what people say All the time. “You’re damn right I hit
my kids. ” “Why-why do you hit them?” “‘Cause they were doing a thing I didn’t like at the
moment, “And so I hit them, And guess what? They didn’t do it after that. ” Well, that
wouldn’t be taking The fucking easy way out, Would it? How about talking to ’em For a
second, you fucking retard? How do you f- How is that- How is that the- What are you, an
idiot? What are you? A fucking ape? “Well, I don’t- it’s a pain in the ass. ” Well, you fucked
a woman, and a fucking baby came out of her vagina. Now you be patient. It’s not their
fault. “Well, I’m teaching ’em that you hit things.” “It’s learning the world. “You hit him, and
he’ll know… “That I’m stronger than him, “That it hurts when my hand hits his face. “He’ll
know. “He’ll get some wisdom out of that. Raising ’em right. ” God damn it. Look, though,
Let me say this. If you have kids And you do hit your kids, I totally get it. I’m not judging.
Let me just explain. I get it. Because my mom hit me. She hit me all the time. I don’t hit my
kids. I’m not better than my mom. It’s ’cause she was poor and I have money. That’s really
all it is. It really is. My mom works really hard. She was a single mom. She’d come home
all bent over after 15 hours. I’d be like, “mommy, Nyah nyah nyah. ” “Shut up!” I totally get
that. I work two hours a week sometimes, so it’s not really fair, and I know that. I know
there’s moments when you just fucking- I mean, they’re- being a parent means you have
your back up against the wall all the time, Because it’s the only job You can’t quit. It’s the
only job Where you can’t just go- Just put your wrench Down and go, “Fuck it, guys. I’m
leaving. “I don’t even Want my last check. I’m going home.”
Anyway, I got two. And the seven-year-old, she’s no trouble now. That kid’s amazing.
She’s better than me. She’s smarter than me. She’s more decent. She’s cleaner. Like, she
comes out of her room all dressed with a little bow. She’s like, “Hi. Good morning, daddy.”
And I’m in my underwear, like, “uh, hi.” I keep trying Not to screw her up, because she’s
headed for a great life unless I fuck it up. That’s basically What’s going on. I’m not-I’m not
A father anymore. I’m just a fat landlord. I don’t really matter. Like, the other day, she was
Asking me all these questions. And I totally hear- She’s asking me stuff, and I’m just trying
to tell her what I know to be the truth. But you can’t just do that. There’s some shit That’s
true That you can’t tell your kids when they’re certain ages. I know that sounds simple, But
you don’t know all the time Until you fuck up. I’m talking to her, And she goes, “Daddy,
does the earth Go around the sun?” And I was like, “yeah. ” She goes, “does it do it All the
time?” And I go, “yeah. ” She says, “will the earth always Go around the sun forever?” And
I was like, “Well, no, at some point, The sun’s gonna explode.” She’s seven years old. Do
you understand how horrible that is? She started crying immediately. Crying bitter tears for
the death of all humanity. And here’s how I tried to save it. I go, “oh, honey, This isn’t
gonna happen “Until you And everybody you know Has been dead For a very long time.”
She didn’t know any of those things, and now she knows all of those things. She’s gonna
die. Everybody she knows is gonna die. They’re gonna be dead for a very long time, And
then the sun’s gonna explode. She learned all that in 12 seconds at the age of seven. She
took it pretty well. I was proud of her. She’s like, “oh. Dude.” “Okay, well… I guess I’ll go
play. I don’t…”
She’s had a tough year, That kid. I feel really bad. Lot of bad things happened to her this
year. This summer, she got bit by a pony. I’m not kidding. A pony bit her. How do you
more break a little girl’s heart? Than a pony bi- that’s like being raped by Santa Claus. It
was the worst thing that ever happened, And it was made worse by the fact that it followed
the greatest moment of her life, because she’d never seen a pony up close. We just never
were fucking- shitty parents. We never gave her, like, a pony ride. And last summer I took
the kids to Italy. I took my girls to Italy For whatever reason. I don’t know why. And we’re in
this farmhouse In the middle of nowhere. And I put ’em to bed, And I come outside, And
there’s ponies. They just showed up Out of nowhere. Just wild ponies. Like 50 ponies. I’m
not fucking with you. A huge amount of ponies. And one donkey. I don’t know why. There
was one donkey Hanging out with the ponies. And they’re just la- And I’m like- And I run
downstairs, And I wake her up. The little one, fuck her. She’s not making memories. Who
cares? It’s not worth it. I take the seven-year-old, And I bring her outside, And she’s
standing barefoot In her pajamas. And it’s dusk, And it’s ponies, And she’s like- And I’m
like, “I’m the best fucking father. “I’m the best father. Yeah! “Yeah! Look at that shit! That’s
right! I gave that to you!” And she starts walking out Towards the ponies. She’s like, “Can I
go near them? I’m like, “yeah. ” I’m an idiot. I’m like, “yeah, totally. “Go on out there,
honey. “You’re only outnumbered 50 to 1. “What could possibly happen In a sea of wild
ponies?” And she walks out, And there’s this one, Beautiful, speckled pony, And as she’s
walking towards it, I’m an asshole, ‘Cause I don’t read- It’s going like- It’s totally going,
“Dude, no. “Not-I’m not one of- Fuck it. “Get her out. Get her out. “I’m a-dude, I’m a fucking
Italian wild pony. Get her out of here.” Can I go, daddy? I’m like, “yes, totally. Go up to the
pony.” She walks up to the pony, And she turns to me and says, “He’s beautiful.” And as
she’s saying that, the pony bites her on the fucking leg. And she screams. It didn’t break
the skin, But it was an awful bruise. And I grab her and I run inside. And she says, “why,
daddy? Why did the pony bite me?” And I said, “I don’t know. ” And she said, “Do ponies
bite a lot?” And I’m like, “well, yeah,” ‘Cause I don’t want her to think That she’s so horrible
That the first pony ever Bit her. I go, “yeah, honey, Ponies bite,” And she goes, “well, Why
did you let me near it?” She’s like, “dude, Make a fucking effort. ” And then we’re in the
house, And she says- This is how great this kid is. She calms down, And she goes, “I want
to look up about ponies biting.” Like, that’s how she thinks. Something upsets her, She
wants to look it up and learn about it. She says, “I want to find out Why they bite and what
people say about it. ” So we go and we do look up about ponies, And it turns Out they’re
assholes. They bite all the time. And there’s all these websites that talk about what to do
when your pony bites, and it’s like everything else on the internet. It’s just fighting. Just
people angry at each other. The first guy says, “you got to punch the pony right in the
face.” Just punch it right in the face. Then the next person says, “You’re a terrible person.
You should have your ponies taken away from you.” The next person was my favorite.
They go, “people who don’t punch their ponies make me sick.”

So we really are a divided nation. The three-year-old Is a different story. The three-year-

old, Here’s her deal. She’s a three-year-old. That’s really it. She’s three years old. The
other day I got in a fight with her. Whose fault is that? I’m 41, And she’s 3. It’s always your
fault With a three-year-old. Always. Because they are just what they are. They can’t help it.
Just tape the windows. It’s a fucking hurricane. Just wait. Anytime you’re like this with a
three-year-old- “Don’t you under-” You’re an idiot. That’s you being an idiot. “Don’t you
understand?” “No, I don’t, dad. I haven’t developed enough. You just have to wait.” But it
was partly her fault, ‘Cause she wore me down. Let me tell you What happened. It was this
horrible, Horrible day. It started the night before, ‘Cause she woke me up all night. Just
woke me up Every fucking- Just ten minutes. Just woke me up- Just- “Dad. ” With nothing.
That’s the worst part. “Daddy!” “Wha-what? What is it?” “Um… ” “Oh, fuck you. You got
nothing. You bullshitter, you. ” So now it’s the next morning, I’m making breakfast, And I’m
gone. I’m insane. I drank too much coffee to overcompensate, And I’m like- I keep having
these moments where it’s like- and there’s nothing there. Just nothing. “Uh, okay. Jesus. ”
I’m making french toast. She’s over there sitting in her little chair, just fucking anger. Just
pure-she’s A little ball of anger. She’s like, “I want french toast!” I’m like, “yeah, that’s what
I’m making, honey. I’m making french toast. ” I bring it over. “Here.” “Give me syrup!” “Yes.
of course. I’ll give you syrup. I always do. I love you very much.” “Cut it for me!” “I’m happy
to cut it for you. “You’re not asking nicely, But it’s okay. “I’ll cut it for you, Baby. I love you
very much.” Then she’s looking at her plate, and she’s literally going- ‘Cause she needs to
be- Want something. You know, she didn’t- There’s nothing logical For her to want, So her
brain has to go somewhere crazy. So she’s looking at her plate. She goes, “I don’t know
Which piece to eat!” And I’m still not engaging. I’m like, “Oh, I know, honey. “That’s hard.
That’s really hard. “I’ll just make a list of pros and cons for every piece, And I’ll help you
with it later. ” And I look at her, And she’s walking towards me now With the plate just
vertical, With syrup fucking Going on the floor. She’s like, “Help me! You’re not helping!”
And I’m standing there, Like, looking at her, And I love her, And I’m proud of her in a way,
‘Cause I know she’ll never Want for anything. She’ll beat the shit Out of people. She’s…
She’ll kill people for meat After the apocalypse. She’ll be one of those. And then later I’m
trying To get them dressed for school, And now the clock’s ticking, And I’m like, “uh… ”
And I’m trying to put A sweater on her, And it’s impossible. The sweater has buttons That
just don’t exist. And I’m fucking- My fat fingers, And they’re full of sweat. And I have just
tears Going down my cheeks. Crazy tears. I’m not crying. I’m, like, Smiling with tears.
Copious- “I can’t- I can’t put on the sweater. “I can’t put on the sweater. I can’t. I really
can’t do it. ” And she’s going like this. So I give her a fig newton Just to immobilize her,
Just to stop it. ‘Cause she loves fig newtons. I go, “here, honey. Have a fig newton. ” She
goes, “they’re not Called fig newtons. They’re called pig newtons. ” And I go, “No, they’re
not. They’re called fig newtons. ” And right away in my head I’m like, “what are you doing?
“Why? What is to be gained? What do you care?” Just-“yeah, pig newtons. Fine. Go
ahead. “Good luck to you. Go through life. “See what kind of job You can hold down “With
shit like that Clanging around in your head. I don’t care. I’ll be dead.” But for some reason I
engaged. “No, honey, They’re called fig newtons.” She goes, “No. You don’t know. You
don’t know. They’re called pig newtons.” And I just-I feel this rage building inside. Just…
Because it’s not That she’s wrong. She’s three. She’s entitled to be wrong. But it’s the
fucking arrogance of this kid. No humility. No decent sense of self-doubt. She’s not going
like, “dad, I think those are pig newtons. Are you sure That you have it right?” She’s not
saying that. She’s not going, like, “Dad, I’m pretty sure Those are pig newtons,” Which
would be a little Cunty, but acceptable. I could deal with that. She’s giving me nothing. “No,
you don’t know. Those are pig-” I’m like, “Really? I don’t know? “I don’t know? “Dude, I’m
not even using My memory right now, okay? “I’m reading the fucking box “That the shit
came out of! “It says it! Where are you getting your information?” “How do you fuck with
me on this? “You’re 3 and I’m 41! “What are the odds that you’re right and I’m wrong?
“What are the sheer odds of that? “And take a bite of the cookie. “Does it taste like a pork
cookie, motherfucker? “I don’t think so. Why would they call it a pig newton?” “What’s- Oh,
it tastes like figs. Fucking interesting, That, isn’t it?” I didn’t say a word of that. Obviously.
But anyway, later… Got the kids dressed. It’s winter. We all have the layers on, And it’s
time to go to school. And I’ve got ten minutes To get to a school That’s ten minutes away,
Which is a horrible feeling. I put my hand On the door to leave, And all of a sudden I go, “I
got to take a shit. “Take the coats off, kids. “We’re gonna be late. “You’re gonna be 40
minutes late. I don’t give a shit.” I am not walking to school like this. I can’t use the
bathroom at the school, ‘Cause child molesters ruined that for everybody. Just-we’re- I’m
shitting here. So I’m sitting on the toilet. I’m shitting. With the door open, By the way.
That’s my life. Two kids by myself. I can’t shit with the door closed. Unless I gather them
into the bathroom To watch daddy take a dump. Which I’ve done With the little one.
“Honey, uh, I got to poop And you’re too crazy. Just come with me. You got to come with
me. ” So I’m sitting there, And I’m shitting, And I’m trying to see them In the other room.
“Honey, Stay between the tables. I can’t see you,” I said. The little one Walks into view
naked. It’s all gone. All gone. Walks up, looks at me. And then she- I don’t know why, But
she shows me her ass. It’s something She always does when she’s- She just goes- “Look
at it! Daddy, You’re not looking!” So I’m sitting there shitting, Looking at her ass. And I saw
something That I’d never seen before. And I’m gonna describe it to you The way that I saw
it, Because it just-I didn’t know What I was looking at. I’m looking at her little, White ass.
She’s white. Little, perfect, Little, white ass. And right in the center of it, This little black dot
Just-boop! Appeared like magic. That’s what it Looked like to me, Because I’ve never
Seen shit Actually coming out of an ass before. I never saw that. I never saw the shit- Like,
the crowning, The shit coming out. And if you ever do see that, It’s fucking bananas, man.
It’s weird. And upsetting. I yelled. I went, “aah!” And a second later, just- She just drops
This massive- I felt the impact tremor Under my feet. This huge pile of shit. Just a pile. Like
several people’s Pile of shit. Like a port-a-potty on The last day of the festival. Just a huge,
Huge pile of shit. How? She’s three. This kid shits like a bear. I don’t understand it.
Seriously. If you were in the woods And you saw a shit like that, You’d be like, “let’s get
The fuck out of here! Run!” Huge pile of shit. As big as her whole body. Easily. I thought
she would just crumple Like a balloon on top of it. “Huh. Weird. ” She’s standing there just
Straddling this huge shit, Presenting it, like… She slips, falls Right into her own shit. Yes,
fell- I was there. Fell right in the middle of her own heap of shit. Her head hit the floor. You
know that sound of your Kid’s head hitting the floor? “Ooh. Oh, God. “Uh, she’s done.
“That’s it for her. She’s finished. “She’s gonna be running To the mailbox once a day.
That’s about it for her. ” Now she’s laying In her shit, Screaming and crying And making an
angel. I run over. I’m still shitting, Holding a Shit-covered child. We’re the shit family. That’s
what we are. The seven-year-old’s Standing there, “I got to get The fuck out of here. This
is horrible. “
That’s my life right now, man. That’s-like, where in there do I fit, like, getting pussy? Like,
there’s no place for that. I can’t even think about it. I tried to, like- The other day I was, like,
okay, take a sexual inventory here. What do you got left, You know? And I went- I took off
my clothes, And I stood in the mirror, And I looked in the mirror, like, a full-length mirror,
naked. I’ll never do that again. I don’t need- I don’t need to do it. I can go my whole life
without doing it again. I’m going to. I’m not in good shape. I’m not in the worst shape. I
mean, I went to a doctor, and he gave me the whole 41-year-old thing. He’s like, “all right,
well, Your cholesterol is high, “But I don’t expect you To do anything about that. “And your
prostate’s A little bit too big. “Let’s go ahead and let it Be a little too big. And you’re
only cosmetically overweight.” I was like, “what?” He goes, “Your overweightness, It’s not a
medical issue.” I’m like, “well, so then you didn’t have to say anything. Why-why did you
even bring it up?” You’re just saying, like, “Well, medically speaking, You don’t have a
weight problem, but you look gross.” That’s what he’s saying. I’m looking at myself, And
here’s the problem, Is that I didn’t even wear down evenly. Like, different parts of my body
are older than others. Like, my dick and balls don’t even match each other. Like, my balls
are older than me. They’re, like, the old- I swear to God. I’m 41. My balls are, like, 72.
They’re really old, and they just kind of hang there. They’re just hanging, like… They look
like they’re being rescued by a helicopter from a mountain. They’ve been trapped on a
mountain together. Zipped together in a sleeping bag. “If we ever get out of this, I’ll never
call you lefty again. I’m sorry. ” And then my dick is, like, happy and shiny and young-
looking. My penis is, like, a young, 21-year-old guy walking down with these two old guys
following him. Hey, man, hang back. I’m trying to get some pussy. Get out of here. “Wait
for us. ” And at some point, I got to show this shit to some poor, unfortunate woman that
has to see this fucked up package of mine. I don’t know what- Like, I’ll tuck my balls
between my legs. “I don’t have balls. I just have a penis. Is that okay?” That must be weird
for women, that you don’t know what kind of dick and balls you’re gonna get until it’s way
too late. Like, it’s the last thing you see. And it doesn’t seem fair. It should be the first thing
you see. Every date should start With a guy taking out- “Is this gonna be okay?” “Yeah,
that’s fine. It’s gonna be worth my time. Go ahead and put it away. We’ll deal with it later.”
‘Cause you don’t- You don’t find out till you’re Looking down the barrel of it, And it’s really
too late now. Like, “oh, Jesus.” And the dick’s looking up at you, And it’s all… Like, “this is,
Like, a Dr. Seuss tree. “I don’t even- It’s all yellowy brown with sprigs coming out.” And
women are so nice. I don’t know a single story of a woman who finally gets a guy’s dick
out and goes, “No. That-no. “That’s not your dick. Come on! “Take out your penis. “That’s
not a penis. That’s bullshit.” They just go, “okay. Oh, fuck. What hole can I put this in that’ll
depress me the least?” And I have- I have met some women since I been single, and
they’ve been younger, mostly, because women my age- I like women my age, but they’re
mostly either married with children or in a room alone, angry and crazy. One or the other.
They’re not out looking to fuck a comic, generally. But young women are up for something.
They’ll fuck you and do other things later. Like… And also, with younger women, I’m in
competition with younger guys, and younger guys are not very subtle. They don’t really
know how to talk to a woman even their own age. They’re just kind of all- Like, penis skin’s
been grafted on their whole body. They’re just- “Can I-is this… “Is this is a fuck date?
‘Cause I… I just want to put my come In your body. ” It’s just a lot of pressure. And then
the young woman Meets me, And I’m like, “hey, look, “I’ve been jerking off in the guest
room for 15 years. “I’m like the man in the iron mask. I’m just happy to be out.” Young guys
are- they’re afraid of women. They’re afraid of their feelings. “My girlfriend’s mad at me!”
Well, later she won’t be. Fucking calm down. They’re afraid of their bodies. They’re afraid
of women’s bodies. “My girlfriend’s having her period. What do I do?” Fuck her in the
period hole, you idiot. What is-what’s the dilemma? I don’t give a shit. If you’re having your
period, come on over. I’m 41. I’m-I’ll fuck the shit out of you. I’ll drink the blood. Let’s party.
Thank you very much, guys. You guys-you were great. Thank you.