I love a dick, man. It's actually horseshit. Is it really? It's mostly hay. And that's why I'm still in the mad house of Los Angeles. The robot has told me to stay right put. So yeah, we got out. Do you and the lady think about getting out? Because that's a hot talk. You know what I mean? Yeah, New Year's Rock and Eve, me and Dick Clark. He's back. We kept him propped up. Almost no effort. After the taping. I'd said to myself mentally, don't do any of that stuff again. Those things are wild and stupid and fun. But I