Jay Mohr

No, we had to fill out a police report because they thought he was a jumper.

So he opens the window.

And then he puts his ass out.

Yeah, and it was obvious right away he didn't have to shit at all.

Because he turned like purple from effort.

He was just like...

So nothing happened?

No, like one little thing.

One hairy milk dud.

One of the feature players shit on me.

It fell in the window onto my desk.

Oh.

So we wiped, I always leave this part of the story out out of respect, but you guys know how much, we can't love anyone more.

So after he wiped his ass with his hand, he went back to that mummy walk and he fucking chased us.

Around the 17th floor with the shit on his hands.

And I'm running down the hallway past research, and there's those bookshelves in the hallway, and me and David Dell are running side by side.

And I'm like, we're not going to make this side by side.

We've got to go single file, but I don't want to be in the back.

And Dave, like, I'm like two years removed from competitive wrestling, and Dave Attell, a chain-smoking, miserable guy, just passes me like he's on a jet ski.

My shoulder, like, pops out, and I'm just laying on my back.