– Hey, how’s it going? How’s everybody doing?
– Good! – I grew up
with divorced parents. Any divorced people here?
Broken homes? Broken home nation,
where we at? – [whistling] – My parents got divorced
when I was like a baby-baby. I was, like, months old. I don’t remember
them being together ever. The idea sickens me. [laughter] It’s gross. I didn’t even know
if they really knew each other until I was older. It was just like,
“That’s my mom adult, “that’s my dad adult. “Sometimes they wave,
but I wave at the mailman. I don’t know that guy.”
[laughter] My first memory
is showering with my father. [audience laughs, groans] One shower too many, you know? [laughter] Just one week too old. This brain switch flipped. I should have told him, “Oh,
I think I remember things now.” [laughter] I don’t think there’s no one behind these eyes anymore,
Papa. – [laughing] – ‘Cause he was like
a single dad, so you can’t–
you couldn’t leave me. I was a baby.
You can’t leave me. So he was just like,
“Uh, yeah get in.” Scrub-a-dub
for a little while. And that’s all fine
until one week you’re too old and you turn to the right
and you never forget. You’re just… Just–it was huge, dude. I remember it being huge,
you know? But I was tiny. I was tiny, so who knows? We don’t know. [laughter] I’d love to get another look, but how do you bring that up,
you know? But I wanna see for the scale. I wanna know for the scale. – [laughing] – I bet it’s like
when you drive by your old elementary school
and you’re like, “What, it’s only that big?
That’s crazy.” [laughter] Hey, that’s it for me.
Thank you guys. You guys were great. Thank you.