John Oliver

So like he's sitting down in his chair and he's,

Like, it's just, he seems very confident, very media practiced.

I made some comment as they're putting his thing and just the eyes change.

It's like, oh, anyway, oh, there's the human being that I came here to talk about.

It's a slightly sandy right testicle.

Geographically, I know it's not the main problem with that term, but it doesn't seem it works on any real geographic level.

Interestingly, it worked.

He was immediately spiky and it was easier to coax out the ugly.

He was less poised.

I'm kind of non-confrontational, but in those pieces- But you love stirring shit.

I love stirring shit up.

You really love stirring shit.

That's exactly it.

I love stirring shit up more than I love being a human being.

So all of a sudden, you have this excuse to be the worst version of yourself that secretly you love more than the other parts.

And you get to go full sociopath.

I was terrified of it.

So John, he did this, a similar version of that conversation that he pinged on you was that he called me at home and I'm in my apartment and he said, hey, I'm going to, that movie that I've been writing, I'm going to be able to direct it.

I'm going, oh, that's great.

This feels like a conversation.