I was kind of bummed that there was not a makeup lady to assist me at my taping.
As someone who's not worn makeup – well, except for the spray tan my wife made me get before our wedding, it was always something that I found interesting.
Would I be even more dashing with foundation? Would my eyebrows “pop”? Can they draw a beauty mark on my cheek? And what about rouge? Is it true that only whores wear that?
I have never been camping. I remember when I met the woman who would eventually become my wife (and subsequently my ex–wife), and she asked me about camping.
I spent a good three minutes on goofing on camping basically suggesting if I want to sleep terribly, I would go back to house I lived in college called “Dazed Inn – The House Everyone is Toking About.” We even had a sign on the front and everything. Two bathrooms and four bedrooms and eight guys. That’s like camping. Actually, worse because at least outdoors there’s a chance of rain to wash away the stink.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!