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Rodney Carrington: Laughter's Good (2014)
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[announcer] The next President of the United States of America, Rodney Carrington! [crowd cheering] - Hello! Welcome. Thanks for clapping. There was a time in my life when people didn't clap. Little League. [laughter] I remember walking to the batter's box with a bat, you know, and out of the corner of my eye I can see behind the back stop there, parents going, "Dah, fuck! Ah, shit. Get your lawn chair, Rodney's back. Let's get a snow cone and go and sit in the car, Earl." Dead to the house. Well, it's nice to be here. I wore my Garanimals. It's got the giraffe on the back that matches the giraffe on the pants. As I get older, that's what I wear. Is anybody winning? MAN: No! - Okay, all right, the truth. I hear ya. It's fun out there. You haven't reached that point where you're walking around, you know, at the end of the night where you're, like, oh, shit. Then you get on the elevator, you know, and you've had too much to drink and then when the doors close there's that mirror on the doors and you're looking at yourself. What the fuck were you thinking? [laughter] Fuckin' stupid ass. And you start having that conversation with you all the way up to the room and you're walking in the hallway and you notice somebody didn't eat all their room service. That's a bad night right there. Oh my God. I was in Las Vegas about two weeks ago. What happened to that damn place? Every time I leave there, I feel like I need to go sit near a fireplace in Christmas weather and read a children's book. I just feel so nasty. Oh, God. Can't even come out of an elevator out there without a hooker going, "Want some company?" Oh, good gracious, for the fifth night in a row, lady! Yes. [laughter] I didn't know you was working again tonight. I see you got the same dress you had on last night. Obviously, you haven't showered. C'mon, you can shower in my room, c'mon. 'Cause hookers make you skip. My wife hates that town. My wife goes to church on Sunday and takes the kids. I go when I'm home but it's difficult, you know. You spend 21 years singing songs about your wiener, kinda hard to bounce into church on Sunday and act like everything's okay. Morning. God bless you. That's him, right there. Don't sit next to him, you'll burst into flames. That's him. I mean, I'd go to church when I was little. We'd go at Easter. We all go at Easter, otherwise you go to hell. Seriously, my mom would wake us up, "Get up, we're goin' to church." "We never go to church." "Get your ass out of bed, it's Easter. It's Jesus's birthday. Let's go!" "Ain't Jesus's birthday in December?" "That's exactly why we need to go to church. Nobody in this damn house knows when the hell Jesus's birthday is. Do not test me this early, Rodney Scott. I will bust your ass." "Fine. Go to church." When you ain't been to church in a while, it's like showing up at a karate class and everybody else has a black belt and you're wearing a thong and a pair of flip flops. You don't fit in for nothing. "Hi, how you doing?" You know? And ain't it funny how we worry about what people think when we go to church? You know, I'll be getting dressed up, my wife will say, "What you dressing up for?" "Hell, I don't want people think we don't come all the time." "Well, we don't go all the time." "Well, yeah, hell, but I don't want 'em thinkin' that." You know, I can remember being a little bit at my aunt's house, just mass chaos. "Goddammit, get your shirt on, we're gonna be late for church, shit." Then when we get to church, she's like, "Oh my God, good to see you, sister. God bless you." "Who are you?" We started going about three years ago. I actually enjoy it. The guy who talks, he's funny, you know, and but I remember when we first went. I remember the first night, the first Sunday we went. I remember the preacher going, "Who in here knows the story of Abraham?" You know, with that voice, you know, that scares the shit out of you. I was sitting there, you know? You know, you don't hear that anywhere else. You ever pull up to a drive-through, "What can I get you to eat?" "Shit, nothing, I'm scared." I remember him asking this question, you know, and I remember everybody around me raising their hand and I went, "Oh, God. All right." And with my hand in the air, it dawned on me I can't even tell the truth in church! If this is a point system, I'm in last place. And I never felt comfortable, you know? I never felt good enough. I thought, "God, I'm not as good as these people. I can't be coming in here every week." Since then, I found out none of them people are worth shit either. That's why we all go. So the next weekend rolls around. My wife-- I've already decided I'm getting out of this somehow. She says, "You going to church with us?" I said, "No, honey, I'm gonna clean out the fence line. It's getting awful hairy out there. Why don't you just take the boys and you can just tell me what he said when you come back, can't you?" She went, "Okay." But I've been married to her for 17 years and I know when she goes, "Okay," that does not mean that shit is okay. That means, "You do what you just said you're gonna do and later on this afternoon there's gonna be a pretty heavy ass-chewing coming your way." But I pretended like it is a regular "okay," and went, "Okay, good." And then I walked out to the pasture and I watched her drive away with the kids in the Suburban and instantly I started feeling guilty. "Good God, I should have gone to church and been a good example for the boys." And I'm imagining what's going on up there. Preacher walking up to 'em, "Where's your daddy this morning?" "Mom says he's going to hell." You know, all this shit's going through my head. Ended up catching poison ivy. I mean, I was hugging it. I was chopping it down. Wouldn't have been any worse if I'd have just laid down in it naked. It was on my stomach, my back, it was in the crack of my ass. Was like I found it, and pulled my pants down and went, "Hey, poison ivy, let me sit on it, get it in my ass real good like that." I don't know how you get poison ivy in your ass crack that deep, but somehow I managed to make it happen. And if you ever get it in there like that, you won't go near the woods 'til there's a hard freeze. You could be being chased by a pack of Indians through a open field and just come up on some woods and go, "Ho! You've gonna have to throw that spear, Chief Running Beaver, I ain't going in that shit. I got poison ivy in my butt hole last summer and I guess today you're gonna have to fuck off." So that evening, I was in the bedroom putting cortisone cream all over my body and I made the mistake of putting a little bit of it down in the crack of my ass. Don't put cortisone cream in the crack of your ass. It's worse than having poison ivy in the crack of your ass. You try to wipe it out and all you're doing is rubbing it in. It just goes downhill from there. My wife was in bed, reading a magazine and it seemed like she was getting a kick out of all this. "Well, I guess if you'd have gone to church, [laughter] God wouldn't have given you all that poison ivy, huh?" I said, "Oh, you think God's got that kind of time, is that what you think? What, you think he's sitting up in heaven at a big golden desk, dealing with all the big issues in the world with his whole staff. Let's get them kids in Africa some food and water. It's shameful we let it get this bad." Somebody runs in and interrupts him. "Hey, God." "What is it?" "Sorry to bother you, sir. We know you're busy. We just thought you might wanna know we just saw Rodney Carrington skipping church. We saw him 20 minutes ago cleaning out the fence line. What would you like to do?" "You give that little bastard poison ivy. Make sure it gets down in the crack of his ass. And call me, let me know how he likes that shit. We'll see if his ass skips church next Sunday." I said, "Is that how it happened?" She says, "All I know is you didn't go to church, you got poison ivy." I said, "Well, you go every Sunday and you got hemorrhoids and I could make a case... I could make a case, I'm winning on this deal." She's got 'em. Well, she's got one that I know of. I saw it by accident about a week ago in the shower. [gagging] Heavens, I had to get a pocket knife to get that out. "Come here. Turn around. Turn. Bend over and turn around. Come here." That's how Clint Eastwood used to handle it. My wife, we were in Walgreens the other night and she needed suppositories because apparently they bring relief to hemorrhoid patients and this is all we were getting, you know? And she's embarrassed. She goes, "I am not buying these," you know? I go, "Gimme these. Good God." And I'm walking to the counter with 'em and I stop to get some M&M, try to cover up what I was getting. There are still certain things that are embarrassing to buy, you know? Rubbers. I've been married 17 years, I'm not fixed, I buy rubbers, you know? I'm not getting fixed. They say it clogs up your arteries. I'd rather have more kids than die early and have 'em cut me open and go, "Holy shit, he's clogged up. Look, sperm everywhere. Good God almighty," you know? "It's amazing he lived as long as he did. Shit it's everywhere." Gonna be a long ride home for you boys that already been fixed today. "Do you think he's right about that shit? I mean, hell, they're swimming around in there. Shit's alive, they're like tadpoles. They could turn into frogs, shit. My arm's getting numb. I'm scared right now." So I'm trying to pay for these suppositories, right? Be a good husband, 'cause I love her. I love this woman. There's six people behind her and she starts rubbing my shoulder. She said, "These are gonna make you feel so much better." Wha--? What the fuck? You better be talkin' about them M&Ms, is what you better be talkin' about." You can't slap your wife in a Walgreen's when there's that many people standing in there. She was laughing so hard, her eyes were watering. You know? See, that's the kind of woman I'm married to, right there. Try to love her, do the right thing and she just breaks it off in your ass in a Walgreen. I'm lucky to have her. I talked to her about 30 minutes ago. She's helping out the church tonight. Saturday night, she goes up there and does a coffee cart thing, you know? And we go to this big Christian church. Christianity's a good religion if you're still searching. It's based on love and forgiveness. You can walk up to that door and go, "God, forgive me," and he will, unless you're Catholic and then you gotta wait 'til Sunday and you go in a closet with a stranger. You know? [cheering] They cheering about? Don't you think that's odd that you need a middle man to talk to God? I mean, how about if you messed up? "Can you tell him so he don't kill me right off the bat?" "Look, ma'am, just do 15 pushups. We'll forget it ever happened." "I better do 20. There's some stuff I didn't tell you." Oh, hell. There's other religions that aren't that attractive. Radical Islam, you gotta blow yourself up in that group and that's too big of a commitment for me, I don't-- you imagine being in their group and them hollering out your number? "Nineteen!" "Listen, fellas, I'm a little nervous. I might have to shit before I do this. Stomach's upset. You want me to go in that 7-Eleven and blow myself up and kill all those people and what if it's a dud and it just blows my arm off and I gotta fight all those pissed off people I just got through trying to kill? I'm gonna have a difficult time on my hands, trying to defend myself with one arm. I'm just askin', have we thought this shit through?" I went online to see what motivates these idiots, you know? Fellas. Let me back up, I don't wanna get 'em riled up. They'll ride up next to you on a Huffy bicycle with a backpack and, with the press of a button, just [blowing raspberry] all over. I guess I'm the only fool that thinks like this. You live in American, some little small town somewhere around here, you're walking through the mall, you see a Middle Eastern man with a backpack, you ain't, like, "What the fuck! Kids, get over here. Honey, get over here behind this damn trashcan. Right there, shit. Get over here and sit-- he's right there, he's walking over here. Shit, quit staring at him. Shit Hi! Shit, he just went in Abercrombie. Y'all wanna just go get a big cookie and go home?" This is what they think if they blow themselves up for Allah and kill a bunch of us. That's who they worship. I dunno his last name, I couldn't find it. Jackson. Allah Jackson. Allah Alan Jackson. I made that up. See people driving home, "That's awful about Alan Jackson, isn't it?" Some of this is bullshit. What I'm fixin' to tell you, ain't. This is what they're thinkin'. I'm not talkin' about all Muslims, for all you Muslims that are in here tonight, 'cause God knows I got a big following of 'em. I'm huge in Egypt. Is that where they're from? Nah, I dunno. I'm talking about the ones that are... he just turned into a bird and flew away. Did you see that shit? They think if they blow themselves up for Allah and kill a bunch of us, simply because we don't agree, which makes no sense, "I kill you, ha, ha. And I kill me too." "Whatever, dumb-ass." They think in their afterlife, they're promised 72 virgins and a crown. You can get a crown at Burger King where I live. Number 2 combo, they'll hand you one right over the counter. Then I read further. It said a crown, of which one stone in this crown's worth more than anything in this world and there's several stones in this crown. What they're promised is money and girls. What they don't know is if they learn how to play the guitar real good, they can have all that here. Yeah. [cheering and laughter] Without the possibility of blowing yourself up and getting to wherever you think you're going and realizing your religion just might be a big old crock of horse shit. 'Cause let's think about this for just a second. Seventy-two virgins. Where's the incentive in that? You ever tried to get in a virgin's pants? You can't. [laughing] You can't. You can't! It's a 12-month courtship, you gotta meet her parents, promise to marry her and even then, there's no guarantees and you gotta do it 72 times. That's eternity? Shit, that sounds like a lot of work! You promise me one real horny girl, really knows what she's doing, I might blow off a little toe with a firecracker. I said I might, I didn't say I would. Where do they get these girls? What'd they do to deserve this? "Congratulations, missy. You've lived a life of purity. Now you're gonna spend eternity as a sex slave. You and 71 other women, just like yourself, are gonna be sharing one pecker and it's gonna be attached to that lunatic right over there. Merry Christmas." Seems like somebody would have asked that question at the meeting before that organization ever really got kicked off. I wonder how they're gonna feel when they kill themselves with a bomb in some town square and go to wherever they're going and none of that shit happens. Somebody just hands 'em a candy apple. "There you go." "What the fuck is this?" That sounded kind of Mexican, didn't it? Well, I don't know how they talk, shit. "What the fuck is this?" [laughing] "Hold on there, Jos, before you go getting sideways. It's a candy apple and they're delicious. Course, that one's been sitting out for about 12 hours. You're gonna have a tough time chewing through that son-of-a-bitch. There's a big dragon in the corner. In about 30 minutes, he's gonna come over here and stick his dick in your butt." I made that last part up. I don't know if that happens. Sounds appropriate. That'd be a far cry from 72 virgins and a crown, wouldn't it? You're like, "Oh, shit. Jesus! Nobody told me about this shit." "We tried to tell you it was bullshit, dumb-ass." Dragon and a candy apple. Somebody heard wrong. Not virgins and a crown, dragon and candy apple. Yes. I'm married. Not to a virgin. I don't claim to have had anything to do with taking care of that either. She was way too talented when I met her. "Good Lord, you're real good at this. Would you like to get married in the morning?" I love my wife. I'm fortunate. I've been married 17 years. I didn't always appreciate my wife. I learned to appreciate her. But you know, when you meet somebody and, let me explain to you, I didn't meet my wife at a college. She wasn't sitting on the bench with a sweater around her shoulders with perfectly cropped hair reading a book. We didn't take long walks and listed to Air Supply, "Here I am, the one-- " you know, none of that shit happened. I walked up to my wife in a Holiday Inn lounge in 1993 and said, "I'm gonna get you pregnant and marry you." She said, "You're an idiot." And three months later, she was pregnant and we got married. Now, I don't recommend that kind of courtship. It comes with a lot of heartache. But we didn't know each other. We didn't know each other. I didn't plan ahead. I didn't think anything past the fact that she's pregnant and I'm-- we've gotta get married. That's all there is to it. And so, you know, I didn't know what it was like to live with a woman for any length of time, you know? You ever walk up on a cat and it goes, [hissing]? Five to seven days out of the month that happens at my house and we don't have a cat. But I sympathize after 17 years of marriage, watching it. If I had a spot on my body that just bled for no apparent reason and I had to carry around a wound kit, some gauze pads and Neosporin and doctor myself, I might be pissy too, you know? I feel dirty. Sitting in a Chili's trying to order. "Shit, I'm bleeding. Get me a tea. I'll be back." I wouldn't make it as a woman. It'd take two weeks and I'd just sew my shit shut, gone, zero. Pussy be gone. I'd just be a good helper. I could help you load the toolbox or make you some biscuits. She'd have to cuddle with the dog. Physically, we're not the same. Not after 17 years, but you know what? I didn't plan on that. I didn't think that far ahead. I didn't think we'd change. I didn't know that at some point our relationship would truly be about love and companionship and it will be some day 'cause we're gonna get so disgusted in one another naked that we're just gonna look at each other and go, "D'you wanna just get dressed and go eat some'n?" "I'll see you at the car." "All right." You know, but while we're still somewhat attractive to one another, I'd like to do it a little more often. And my wife will say things to me like, "Well, I wanted to do it the other night. You didn't." Where was I? When? "When my foot touched your foot." What? When your foot touched my foot? Was my foot supposed to tap my wiener on the shoulder? [cheering] What the hell kind of hint is that? You crawl into bed in them Pawpaw pajamas, you look like a boy. You look like a damn boy! I can't get excited when you look like a boy." She has a pouch. After three kids, you have a pouch. You know what I know about that pouch? You can't grab it. And it's hard not to do in cold weather, ain't it boys? You get into bed with your wife and you reach round. Oh, it's hard not to reach around there and grab that pouch. But when you do, just know, you know. It's like when you grab a woman's pouch, it's like saying, "Hey, fatty! What's up there, fat stuff? Won't you run in the kitchen and get ya a pop tart there, fatty." Women hate that shit. That is a no-sex penalty right there. "Grabbing the pouch, 12-yard walk to the guest room. No sex, 4th down." [cheering] You can't even put your arm above her pouch, 'cause her boobs are down there now. Your best bet is just throw your arm around her shoulder and pet it. "God bless you. Goodnight. I love ya. See you in the morning." You know? And there's sex penalty-- you know, a woman can hold sex from a man, you know? "You ain't gettin' any! Huh!" We don't have that ability, you know? We can't get pissed off and go, "Well! I hope you don't mind your vagina being empty for a while!" There's nothing but evoke laughter. How long d'you think it'd last even if we did say it? "Hope you don't mind your vagina being empty for a while." All she'd have to do is go, "Oh, yeah? What do you think about those?" "Well, hell, I guess we can hold off on that road for just a little while." We don't have that chip. There's gotta be compromise in a marriage, you know? There's always temptation. That's gonna be with you everywhere. But if you got compromise, you can withstand it. If you don't, you'll run off and just fuck your whole life up. You will. Some people don't know any better but temptation goes all the way back to when we were kids. Remember when you were little, mama would take you to the ice-cream store and get you a plain cone with one scoop of vanilla. Remember how happy you were? "I love vanilla. Thanks, mama." Don't you just love the way kids move around? I love that shit. I wish we all still did that, you know? Get a coffee. You know? Look at my shoes! They make me run fast! You're standing there with your little plain cone with a little single scoop of vanilla and another kid passes you with a big old double scoop of chocolate, Oreos drizzled all over it. "What the hell? I want some of that." And that's like marriage. After a while, you're walking with your little single scoop of vanilla that in the beginning you were real happy with. And another guy passes you with a big old double scoop of chocolate. Two M&Ms placed perfect. "What the hell? I want some of that." And what you don't understand is underneath that double scoop of chocolate is a shallow old walnut. It'll give you food poisoning and might put a wart on your pecker. You gotta learn to be happy with your vanilla. You only got two choices. Stick around, grow old with that person. Be that couple people look at, "Oh, my God, look at 'em. They've been together forever. That's so romantic." And the man'll tell you, "No, that fella just gave up. He's wearing a bib and eating potatoes. He can't even count to 7. He doesn't sign the checks anymore." Or you can run off. Find you a 25-year-old woman with big old fake boobs. You know how much in common I've got with a 25-year-old woman? Fuckin' nothing! Absolutely nothing. I'm not gonna lie to you, maybe for 20 minutes I'd be going, "I can't believe I'm here. I can't fuckin'-- I can't believe that." But afterwards, she start talking, "Well, it's like--" "Shut the fuck up, all right? Don't ruin this." I can't, you know? And believe it or not, most of the time, I like just sitting and talking. I enjoy my wife's company, you know? I'm used to all the shit I don't like about her. Think about that. Do you really wanna go get used to all the shit you don't like about somebody else? It takes too fuckin' long. You know what? She knows what I like. We can go eat breakfast somewhere. I go, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." When I come back, she's ordered for me. You know why? 'Cause she fuckin' knows me, that's why. I don't wanna just do that shit over again. I'm seven years-- we went through all the bullshit, the fightin', the arguin'. Seven years into our marriage, she filed for a divorce and said, "I'm leaving." I go, "I'm going with you." You take half the stuff, I'll get the other half and follow you. They can't leave you if you go with 'em, fellas. Even a restraining order, what you got to be, like, 100 yards away? "I'd help you with those groceries but I can't. You look pretty. I fuckin' love you! Hi, kids. Pick you up on Friday. What the fuck you looking at? See you tomorrow." There's people like that. You know who they are. Usually hang out at the swimming area at the lake. Got a '82 TransAm with a T-top mess. About 6'3", got 24-inch waist, two kids, not married anymore. Owns a Frisbee, smokes Pall Malls. Loves Foghat. [gagging] Got two floaties in the back from Walgreens, one's got a hole in it. You people are getting pissed. "You son-of-a-bitch, you keep talkin' about me like that, I'm gonna come up there and whup your fuckin' ass." Oh, hell. You know, that's what can happen in a marriage. How many people you know that, like, bounce from marriage to marriage to girlfriend to boyfriend? "Well, you know, my life's bullshit, must be her. And then they run off and they find somebody else. Then they just keep bouncing from, you know, one to the next and they blame everybody else. Eventually, they're just old and ugly and live in a trailer by themselves out in the middle of the fuckin' woods, staring off there, eating their potatoes, wearing a bib, wishing they had their fuckin' pouch back. That's sad. Don't be that guy or that woman. Quickest way to fix all that shit, get out of the shower tomorrow morning, if you think your marriage is falling apart and look at yourself naked in the mirror. "Doh, thank God, I'm married. Heavens, I wouldn't stand a chance right now. I can't even see my little wiener unless we meet halfway. 'Hey, little fella.'" "Hi, Rodney. Hi. It sure is lonely down here." "I know, little buddy. Maybe one day we'll make a run for it." "I sure hope it's soon. I've been unhappy for a long time." "You hang in there, little buddy." "I will." [] Why is it sad This life I must lead I wish for a moment That I could be free To make a choice For once on my own How I wish He'd leave me alone Why was I blessed With something so small? I pull down my pants There's shock And there's awe All the girls They mock me and laugh He's no fun when We're taking a bath It's true We've been together Through good times and bad Now that I'm married It seems that he's sad I'd like someone new if You think there's a chance Is there a chance, is there? Stop thinking that nonsense Get back in my pants Well, I guess we could go fishing. And that's what you do, you go fishing. Tiger Woods should have gone fishing. [cheering] Tiger Woods. Isn't it easy to pick on Tiger? You know, in the beginning he left that phone message, he goes, "Hey, listen, my wife got a hold of my phone last night. I think she found your number so if she calls you, act stupid. It's me, Tiger." Don't leave your name, Tiger. Not on a message. Nobody else is named Tiger. If your name was Jeff, you might could have explained that shit away. You know, here's the deal, ain't it? You know, when I see things like that, not just Tiger but anybody who lives their life in the public, you know, and they make a horrible choice, first thing I thought about Tiger was, "God, man, he's got kids, a wife and, man, that's awful, you know?" Then I think, "God, I'm glad that ain't me, you know?" Just think about the one thing in your life that you did where you go, "Man, I'm so glad nobody knows nothing about that." You know what I mean? And then think of a whole bunch of 'em. Now let's condense it down into a 2-hour special and run it on CNN for about six months. Let's see how we all hold up, you know? You know what I'm saying? You know what I'm getting at? You know? We don't know what it's like to have $1 billion. We don't know what it's like to be the number one golfer in the world and play golf at beautiful exotic places, prettiest places on earth and then at 11 o'clock at night some bar, some woman runs up to you, "Mr. Woods, would you like to come up to my hotel room and take a look at my vagina?" "No, I'm married. Back up and have a little respect." Tiger didn't do that. But let's be honest. How many of us can say we would? We don't know because that kind of fantasy doesn't happen to us normal fuckin' people. I don't know how I'd respond if some woman ran up to me, "Mr. Carrington, would you like to come up to my hotel room and take a look at my vagina?" "Really? I mean, I suppose I could come up for a little while. I mean, after all, vagina is my favorite flavor and all." I don't know! What I'm trying to tell you is the Pope couldn't have withstood that. That'd have been a way different phone call, wouldn't it? "Hey, listen, it's me. I left my pointy hat in the back of your car. My scepter's in your trunk and they're asking questions down here at the Vatican. I'm in some pretty deep shit. This little hat with the propeller ain't fooling anybody." People say, "Tiger Woods is a role model." Oh, sheez, I don't know about that. You know, I got three boys and a niece I got custody of. I take care of 'em. I don't want any of 'em ever come up to me and said, "Daddy, and then asked me a question and I followed it up with, "I don't know. Why don't you go look on the Internet? See how Tiger handles it," you know? And I think the reason why is 'cause I'm a daddy. And the second part is that I love it. I mean, I really do. And here's what I know about it for me, you know? I mean, I know that in 100 years, it don't matter how much money you make or what joke I told, what song you sing, nobody's gonna give two shits. The only thing I can leave is what I leave with them, meaning what I instill in them, what I give to 'em. And I know a lot of you are goin', "How are you a daddy? Rodney, tell us, how are you a daddy?" Let me just be clear. When I'm at home with my kids, I don't sit around the breakfast table and say, "Y'all wanna hear a little song about my dick?" I don't-- I don't do that. You know what I mean? But I really love it. I mean, I maul my children. I love on 'em, I kiss on-- I kiss my 16-year-old boy on the lips in the mall. We looked like a gay couple. I don't care. I don't care. I will tell you, he doesn't like it that much. "Don't do that shit, daddy." "Don't you ever pull away from me, boy. I'll slip you the tongue. I'm your damn daddy. You ain't never gonna be too big for me to hug and kiss on, you understand me? 'Cause you're my baby. You're my fuckin' baby. I'll hold you down and lick you all over like mama but don't you ever pull away from me." You know, 'cause they're still little and I love that boy. I mean, he's got a big old heart. But man, are you stupid when you're 16 'cause you're at that age where you're like, "I could leave home if I wanted to. But I'm kind of scared and I don't have a job and I don't know where I'd go." He's in between there, you know? And when you talk to him-- He discovered girls and that's it. When you talk to him, he's like-- It's like his penis is a pirate and it just took over the whole ship. "Hey, I'll be leading this from here!" Where are we going? "Puss Island." Where's Puss Island? "Right in the middle of the ocean. It's a small patch of land. In the middle of that land is a crevice. In the middle of that crevice is gold, boy, treasure. If we get to Puss Island and the seas are red, we'll be turning back. 'Tis not a good time to go to Puss Island. They'll be a flag up, we'll see it." It's not really a flag. It's more like a little rope. [laughing] Whatever you do, boy, don't pull that rope. That's why kids need parents-- to explain that kind of thing. When my kids were little, I used to tickle 'em and I'd say, "What do you say?" And they'd go, "What are we supposed to say?" I'd say, "You supposed to say, 'I love you, daddy.'" And I'd tickle 'em and I'd say, "What do you say?" And they'd go, "I love you, daddy!" And I'd quit. But I got 'em trained. I didn't have to tickle 'em. I could walk in the house and go, "What do you say, boy?" He'd go, "I love you, dad." And I loved that. It was just our thing, you know? And I remember one night at a steakhouse, George was four and he dropped his fork. Waitress picked it up and handed it to him. I said, "What do you say, boy?" He said, "I love you, daddy." [laughing] I just could have fuckin' died right there. I love that shit. 'Cause that's the only thing that means anything. You know, I've had to whip my children maybe 10 or 20 times apiece maybe. And it's violent but there's an explanation before and after, which is different from how I was raised. My mother would just holler my name and grab whatever was close and just beat the ever-loving shit out of me. And I just had to figure it out. Whatever I was doing just before she did that, I probably shouldn't do that shit again. I had to learn math. This plus this equals an ass-whipping. And I'll give you an example one afternoon when I chose to whip one of my boys. 'Cause it's a decision, you know? You don't ever have to but now I was giving you an example. We got a creek behind our house. It's eight feet deep on any given day, right? And Sam was nine at the time and George was seven. And they were down the back and Sam was trying to hold George under the water and drown him and kill him. And that really don't fly with me, you know? If he kills Sam, I kill him. I go to prison, my wife's stuck with the other two. See how it snowballs if you let it get out of hand? So I hear George out there screaming, "Daddy, help! Sam's trying to--" You know? And I'm in the kitchen and I walk out and I hear people-- you know, hear him through the window, hollering. You know, I got the window up. And I walk out there, see what's going on. I holler down the hill, "Sam, stop it. You're gonna kill him. Stop that." "Okay! Okay, dad." So I walk back in the house, you know? I'm in there chopping vegetables with my wife and we're talking. Ten minutes goes by. I hear the same thing, you know, George out there, hollering and screaming. I walk back out there. I see what's going on. I said, "Sam, I told you to stop. Now quit it. You're gonna kill him." He goes, "Okay!" Who's he talking to? Must think he's talking-- the neighbors are hollering at him 'cause it sounded like he could have thrown a "Okay, mother-fucker" on the end of that one. And I know he ain't talking to his damn daddy like that. So I walk back in the house, you know, and not long after that, you know, same thing. Now George is crying. Now it's over, right? I walk out there. I say, "Sam, let's go. To the couch." Now "to the couch" at my house means negotiations have broke down with Sam. Sam's getting his ass whipped. That has credibility at my house. Never has it been spoken and then not carried out. And you can tell in the child I'm speaking to, their whole attitude changes when I say, "To the couch." "No, God, daddy, please. I'll be good." They're walking like I've already whipped 'em. And you've got to turn away 'cause you can't let your kids see you laughing when you're getting ready to whip 'em. You have no credibility. You've gotta get in the closet, get the belt, get your composure. Think of something. Grandma's titties and dead puppies. So I walk out there and he's sitting on the couch and he's crying. [crying like a kid] And I ain't even touched him yet. And I know what he's thinking. "When I get big, I'm gonna kill you." I said, "I told you twice. And you just kept doing it, didn't you? He's smaller than you. You know that. And you just act like I didn't even say anything, didn't you?" "Yes, sir." "All right, well, stand up, turn around." Don't be looking at me 'cause I can't stand this. I get weak. I'll start crying. So I hit him on the butt three times with the belt 'cause four times feels like abuse, I don't know why. Just always has. And he's much different now. [desperate cries] You know, you can't get away from the pain when daddy's whipped your ass, you know what I mean? Remember that? That sting? Like, oh, God, it won't get off, you know, it's like that, you know? And I said, "Come here for a second." I said, "Calm down, Sam." I said, "Listen to me." I said, "You know, when I tell you something, there's a reason behind it. You know what I mean? You could kill him. You could drown him. You could hurt him, you know? And I wouldn't let your older brother do that to you. And you ain't gonna do it to him. Understand me? You know I love you." "I love you too, daddy." "Now come over here and give me a kiss. And go down there and play with your brother and don't be drowning him." Just like that, right? The next morning, he walks past me, getting ready for school, you know? And underneath his underwear, just on his leg, he has a belt mark, yeah. I missed his ass. In the process of disciplining one of my boys, I missed his ass and I hit him on the leg and it left a belt mark about that long. But I felt horrible. I said, "Sam, I left a mark on the back of your leg, son." He said, "What?" I said, "I left a mark on the back of your leg." He said, "It's all right." I said, "No, it ain't. I don't do that." He goes, "I know, daddy." I said, "Yeah, but I'm sorry." He said, "It's okay." I said, "Well, I don't reckon you're going to school today." He said, "Why?" I said, "'Cause I ain't going to prison over some shit you did, that's why. Now, go get your golf clubs, we're going to the golf course." Ain't it a shame that the bad parents really screw it up for us good ones? George is 12 now, you know? And he asked me recently to go on a field trip. He said, "Dad, will you be the parent and come and be on the field trip with Miss Temcoe and the rest of us. We're going to the zoo." And I said, "Yeah, I'll go." It's not like I got a regular job at home, you know? You know, I don't go to Lowes on Monday and drive a forklift although I would if you quit coming, I'll go down there and work, you know? I'm sure they'd love to have me. I like just walking around down there. Anyway, so I'm-- I go to the zoo-- I go to the zoo with Miss Temcoe and 26 5th graders, right, you know? And we're down there and that day it was real hot, and I remember we walked in the monkey cage and it was-- there was air conditioner in there. You know, there's a cage but there's a window with bars, you know? And so I sit down on a little seating wall with Miss Temcoe and I'm looking in this monkey cage and there's, like, seven monkeys. Big ones. I mean, give you an idea how big they are, if one of them got hold of me, he could just have his way, you know? He could do whatever he wants. And I can't think of a more horrible death than that. Well, maybe if I sit here and think about it for a while probably but-- so I'm looking and there's a old monkey sitting up in the corner and I could tell he's older 'cause his whiskers are a little gray and he looks a little more pissed off than the rest of 'em. And on the back of his neck, there's a five-inch wide gap and 10 inches across of no hair on the back of his neck. And he's the only one like that and I'm watching him, looking at him. And I notice he's pulling out one hair at a time and he's eating it. I'm thinking, "Surely he didn't eat all that today. His stomach would be upset." And he turns around and he hikes his leg up on this log and he's chewing on his hair. Reminds me of paw paw sitting on the porch, chewing on a piece of straw, watching the kids play. And he's looking right at me. I'm looking at him. And he just starts pissing. I'm thinking, "Man, that is a nasty animal." And he's looking at me, like, "Well, this is what you want, ain't it? See us in our natural habitat. This is how we roll in the monkey cage, mother-fucker." I'm thinking, "That's a nasty talking monkey too." And with no warning at all, he reaches down behind him and pulls up a turd and I thought, "Hey, that ain't a rock right there, kid. That is not a rock." And he sets it down beside him, like, "I'm gonna set that right there. That's my poo-poo. I'm gonna set it right there." Like a muffin, you know? I'm gonna set it right there. Miss Temcoe's sitting here watching it all and she goes, "C'mon, kids, let's go see the elephants." I'm like, "Can we just stay a little longer and see how this shit ends?" I can't imagine it gets much worse than this shit. So there he is, sitting on a log, chewing on his hair, piss dribbling out the end of his dick, and got a turd sitting next to him. You got that picture in your head real nice? Let's wait. Okay. So he's sitting there and, again, he reaches down behind him and this, I kinda know what's coming. And he pulls up a turd but this time he acts like David Copperfield, "Look, hocus pocus." [crunch] He just ate his own poo-poo. He must think if he acts crazy, they'll let him out of here. Maybe if you'd have just ate your hair, maybe. If you eat your own poop, they think you're a danger to other monkeys. They'll never let you out of here. And he's looking right at me, going, What?" Fuck" He understands me." That monkey's on to something. 'Cause every now and then you gotta act crazy. That 16-year-old boy like that he's bigger than me, taller than me, puts his arm around me, calls me "Little man." I don't like that shit. Getting to where he likes to test the water, started a couple of years ago, usually around Thanksgiving. "C'mon, daddy, let's arm wrestle." What do you do? C'mon, boy, c'mon, come over here. The whole family's around. Hah-hah. What do you do? Is that all you got? 'Cause if that's all you got, that's what daddy's got, right? You're just letting him know. You either let him win or you beat him. Just to let him know daddy's stronger, you know? And he can take care of shit, right? This past Thanksgiving, different. Gah, boy, c'mon, here we go. Oh, shit, ha-ha, is that all you got? 'Cause if that's all you got, daddy ain't doing it. He said, "C'mon, daddy, you know I can beat you." I said, "Boy, you so weak, I'll tear your arm off, throw it on the floor, dog'll get it, bury it. We'll never see it again." You can't let your 16-year-old boy beat you arm wrestling, for real, because then he thinks he can whip your ass and you know what? He can. And that's a whole 'nother set of issues right there. "Give me the keys to the truck, daddy." "You ain't getting the keys." "Give me the fuckin' keys!" "Good God, there. Oh, my God. My wife's like, "What you give him the keys for?" "He's gonna whip my ass. What do you want me to do?" You can never let it get like that. "You want these keys, boy? Come get these mother-fuckin' keys. Wow!" [cheering] You never know when you're gonna have to eat your own shit to prove a point. Let's sing some songs. [cheering] All right. [] [humming] My hair's kind of thinning I got a tooth That's kind of loose My belly's getting bigger Waist size 42 And my prostate's Getting larger I pee more than I should My pecker feels like cotton But it used to feel Like wood She still loves me She still tells me I'm cute And even though She screws the pool boy Our love It still feels new She loves me And I love her Just the same The other day She got some flowers Not from me Those flowers Came from Shane Who the fuck Is Shane? I've lost a lot of money Gambling 'til I'm sick What I've lost, he's made On a corner turning tricks I know it sounds crazy To think that's What I let her do But if you saw The cash she made I bet you'd let her too She still loves me She still tells me I'm cute And even though She screws the pool boy Our love It still feels new She loves me And I love her Just the same The other day She got some money Not from me You know the money Came from Shane Who the fuck Is Shane? Ain't it kind of funny How two people Make it work? Though we're conventional Nobody's getting hurt No no no She still loves me She still tells me I am cute And even though She screws the pool boy Our love It still feels new She loves me And I love her Just the same The other day We got together Me and her And that goofy Son-of-a-bitch named Shane Hey [cheering] [] Whoo Do you wanna do something That rhymes with truck? Do you wanna do something That rhymes with duck? Do you wanna do something That rhymes with My best friend? His name is Chuck Do you wanna do something That rhymes with truck? Do you wanna sit on something That rhymes with stick? Do you wanna sit on something That rhymes with brick? Do you wanna sit on something That rhymes with my old horse? His name is Flick Do you wanna sit on something That rhymes with stick? Though if you don't want to I completely understand Oh it's plain to see I'll never be Never be your man And I'll go home All alone and I'll climb up in my loft And I'll do something That rhymes with jackin' off [cheering] There ain't nothin' that Rhymes with jackin' off [cheering] Thank you. I am, honest to God, I am amazed that people even clap-- attempt to clap at that damn song. It's stupid. But 13 years ago, I leaned in the bathroom. My wife was getting ready to go somewhere one morning. I said, "Before you leave you want to do something that rhymes with truck," and I got to giggling at myself and I wrote that down. And that's what I do. I get tickled at myself and I write shit down and I tell you. And you give me money. I like it. And I'm a good steward of it too and I really appreciate it. I mean, I tell you what, I can-- every time I pull up to a place like this and see cars, I'm like, shit, there's people here. Fooled again. My wife, she said, "No," that morning. But she did giggle. She giggled too. Ooh I fell in love And got married Back in 1993 People said You had a rocky past Never mattered to me You said I'm the only one But there's pictures On our wall Of you and your ex-boyfriend Kissing at the mall If I'm the only one You ever loved How come you still Talk to him? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come my baby looks Just like Tim? I'm just asking questions I don't mean to pry You've got all the answers Baby just tell me why If I'm the only one You ever loved Whose underwear are these? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come you got So many Mardi Gras beads? You say I'm the only one You love You didn't come home The other night You said You had to work late I came by your office With some cookies I baked I walked in I saw him and his hands Were in your hair And both your feet Were pointed in the air If I'm the only one You ever loved How come your boss Is all over you? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come his pants Are down around his shoes? I'm just asking questions I don't mean to pry You've got all the answers So baby just tell me why I just need an explanation So I can understand Why when I came home Last night There was a naked man Running across our land With his clothes in his hand He ran You better run You son-of-a-bitch If I'm the only one You ever loved How come your name's On the bathroom wall? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come it says "For a good time call" You say I'm the only one You love But you spent the night On a 50 cents tour bus How am I the only one You ever loved? Ain't that sad? Sad? Boy, didn't wanna start no shit. It's like, I just asking questions. I mean, I-- but what the fuck, why are you just-- and that's not all. Pretty much it just made me laugh when I was writing that song. And I did a comedy sketch music video on that song that I spent $115,000 on. Fuck, I don't know why, but I did. Not a lot of people saw it and I travel around with it and I show it to people and you're next. And I'm gonna get my money's worth out of this son-of-a-bitch, I'll tell you that. But I'm real proud of it and it's more than just a music-- it's got a-- there's some funny to it and I'm gonna play it for you. It's just a few minutes long. It's gonna run on this and I'll be right back. Don't go nowhere. [cheering] Honey. Honey. Wow, you look good. I didn't know we were going out. - Oh, we're not. I have a dinner date with Tim. It's for work. - Work? Who's Tim? [doorbell] - Oh, that's probably him. Would you just be a darlin' and let him in? - Hey. - Hey. You must be Tim. - You must be Randy. - It's Rodney. - Oh, yeah. Is Trudy here? - Yeah, let me get her. Honey. - Hi, Tim. Hi. You smell good. Hmm, hmm, Snuggle-bear. Hmm. I missed you. Oh, sweetie, don't wait up too late. This is gonna be a late night, okay? - Do you want me to-- - You know you're the only one I ever loved, right? - Well, yes, but you want me to-- - You don't need to say nothin'. C'mon, let's go. - You guys have a good business date. Nice meeting you, Tim. - See you, Ricky. - It's Rodney. [] We fell in love And got married Back in 1993 People said You had a rocky past It never mattered to me You say I'm the only one But there's pictures On our wall You and your ex-boyfriend Kissing at the mall If I'm the only one You ever loved How come you still Talk to him? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come my baby looks Just like Tim? I'm just asking questions I don't mean to pry You've got all the answers So baby just tell me why If I'm the only one You ever loved Whose underwear are these? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come you got so many Mardi Gras beads? You say that I'm The only one you loved You didn't come home The other night You said you had to Work late I came by your office With some cookies I baked I walked in And I saw him And his hands Were in your hair And both your feet Were pointed in the air If I'm the only one You ever loved How come your boss Is all over you? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come his pants Are down around his shoes? I'm just asking questions I don't mean to pry You've got all the answers So baby just tell me why I just need an explanation So I can understand Why when I came home Last night There was a naked man Running across our land With his clothes In his hand he ran If I'm the only one You ever loved How come your name's On the bathroom wall? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come it says "For a good time call" You say I'm the only one You love But you spent the night On a 50 cents tour bus - Booga, booga, booga, booga. [laughing] - Mommy! - Whoo! Whoo! Hey, baby! [laughing] - How am I the only one You ever loved? [alarm clock] - Hey. - Hey, dad. - Hey. - Hey, dad. - What's up, dad? - Are you all right? You look like you seen a ghost. - Honey, you aren't a-- are you a-- - What? - Oh, honey, I had this horrible dream. - Did you eat something before going to bed last night? - A pita pocket. - That's probably what it is. Get some juice. - Yeah, okay. Boy, you really gotta be careful what you eat before you go to bed at night. [applause] We got a really neat thing tonight. We got five kids from the State of Mississippi that need adopting. We're gonna bring 'em out right now. Come on out here, kids. Come on out. [cheering] Dah, I'm just kidding. Boy, it got weird in here, didn't it? [laughing] You people went, "Oh, shit, get your purse. Oh, shit. This is fixin' to get weird. We just came here to gamble, son-of-a-bitch, not take on more babies. Shit. That kind of stuff makes me laugh real hard. I'd love one night to bring out five real kids, all dirty and disheveled, look like they just stepped off the set of "Oliver," you know, and just let it sit for a little while. Just have some guy planted on the front row, "I'll give you $100 for that Mexican boy." And then he just runs to him and jumps in his arms, "Daddy." You know, and they twirl around and run out. 'Cause you know they'd be some pissed off people in this damn place. "That's bullshit. He got that little Mexican boy for $100. That's a helluva deal. What the hell. Nobody told us about that. You better have more back there." Toby Keith was so kind to come down here and play in that video. He--He made $40 million, I think, that year. He didn't make nothing for that. He got a bag of chips and a hot dog, is what he got. We did a movie together that was real big in Poland called, "Beer For My Horses." I can't even go over there. Like I'd want to go over there. Who says that, "Let's go to Poland." "I don't think so. Let's go to Kansas. It's closer." Anyway, so I remember, when I met-- I met Toby in, like, 1995, 1996, timeframe before he was really Toby Keith. His real name's Jeff Goldstein, he was working at Walgreens at the time. He's Jewish, did you know that? Little trivia for you. People driving home, "Hot damn, I didn't know Toby was Jewish. Son-of-a-bitch." "Should've Been a Cowboy" should have been a Jewboy, should've been. That's what it-- that was the original. Should have been a Jewboy Should have learned to do Whatever Jews do Whatever it is, I don't know. It was something like that. I got the firsthand account of it. He sang it to me by his pool. Anyway, so there it was, first time I ever met him, I actually met him on the golf course. We were on the same record label. We were supposed to play golf together and he came down there and they said, "This is Rodney Carrington." And he said, "Tell me a joke." Not, "Hi, I'm Toby. Nice to meet you. It's a pleasure." None of that. Nothing. Just, "Tell me a joke." I said, "Sing me a song." And we didn't say shit to each other for five hours while we played golf. That's a true story. I'm not lying to you. And we hung out that evening at that event and he turned out to be a nice guy and I didn't see him for 10 years. His career went pow, and my career went... now here I am, see? But here's the deal, you know. I mean, Toby's up here. He has nowhere to go but here, eventually. And I could keep going sideways forever and eventually he'll catch me. See how that shit happens? So I ran into him 10 years later and I'm gonna get to the chase. We were sitting in this bar one night and we were talking. I said, "Hell, I ain't seen you in, what, 10 years and nada-blah," whatever. And he talked about his life. And I listened. Then he'd talk more about it and I'd listen more about, you know. I could have said, "Hey, I got a new truck." He'd have went, "I got a new rocket," you know? And you just didn't matter. Fuck I can't compete dip-shit, so I'll just listen to you. He says, "I got an idea for a movie. I want you to help me write it, Rodney." I said, "Well, it sounds a lot like a pick-up line and I ain't going back to the hotel with you." You know, he didn't laugh at that. He looked at me, like, "What the fuck?" "Well, hey, fuck-face, it's me, dude. Lighten up, superstar. Shit, it's a joke." Bam. I didn't say any of that. He's too big to say shit like that to. Fuck, I look like his four-year-old standing next to him. I feel like he should be pushing me in a swing somewhere, you know? "Push me higher, Toby. Push me higher." "Shut up." So anyway, I went home, you know, I was excited. I told my wife, "Toby Keith asked me to help him write a movie." My wife goes, "Why?" Why? Fuck, I don't know. Maybe he asked everybody else, they all said "No," he got to the bottom of the barrel and bingo, I'm it. I don't know. Could you at least try to be happy? So he sends me his movie idea and it's two pages long after I printed it out. Had three characters, and what their names were and what they were wearing in great detail. That was it. I got scared. 'Cause I didn't know how I was gonna tell him he didn't have no movie idea. I'm serious. I called him on the phone. I said, "Listen, Toby," and I was, like, real kid gloves, you know? I said, "Hey, you know, you got three good characters and we know their names real good and what they're wearing real, real good. But you don't have a story." And he said to me, he said, "Come over to the ranch on Monday. Let's just knock it out." I thought, "Well, you know, if we's mowing your pasture, that might work, but we're writing a movie. Do you know what that entails?" I didn't say any of that. It sounded, you know-- he's too big to say shit like that to, you know? So I started-- you know, that Monday, I'm driving to his house. He lives an hour and a half away from me. And the whole time I'm driving, I'm like, "Why did I agree to this shit? I don't even know him. What if I get over and I say something, he don't like me, and then I'm trapped there. How am I gonna leave, you know? What if he's weird? What if he's gay? Shit. What if he's-- I don't really know him. This could be some sort of ploy to get me into Toby Keith's sex dungeon, you know? I'm cute. I could see why somebody would want me in their dungeon. But he's a big son-of-a-bitch. He gets me on the ground, I'm toast. Nothing I can do. Hold my breath, hope I pass out. That's all I can do. [laughter] And I don't think you can hold your breath when you're crying. Aghh! No, Toby. Aghh! I'm guessing. [laughing] Obviously, that movie would have never got made had that shit happened. I'd still be under a tree crying somewhere. So I get to his house and that son-of-a-bitch has manicured-- 160 acres manicured like Disney World. There's not a grass out of place. Mexicans everywhere. And it's his house. Don't judge me. I'm driving down Toby's driveway and I'm passing the lake and the giraffes. That little colored actor Webster's out there. It's his house. Y'all can stop judging. He's sitting on a giraffe, wearing a Toby Keith hat, waving. I'm like, "Son-of-a-bitch that's Webster." And I pulled up at Toby's giant mansion he built, he lives in, and he's standing up there, cocked, on the front porch in that Toby Keith stance that I now know he practices in the mirror, 'cause I've seen him. And I'm looking through the windshield of my truck. He's got James boots, ripped-up shirt and a cowboy hat and sunglasses, standing there like this. And I'm looking through my windshield, thinking, "Is he fixin' to sing to me? What the fuck?" I got out the truck and I go, "Hi, Toby." He goes, "What's going on, son?" I said, "Oh, hell, I saw Webster up by the gate there." He said, "Gary Coleman's over feeding the cows." I thought that's the nicest shit I've ever seen, you putting them little out-of-work child actors back to work like that. Anyway, he said, "C'mon, let me show you around." Basically, what he was saying was, "C'mon, let me show you some shit you'll never, ever have. C'mon." And I followed him and he does this "I'm a real cool country music superstar walk, kind of like, I'm a badass. Look at me, I'm Toby Keith kind of walk, you know? And I'm trying to do it behind him, you know? Trying to match him, you know? Security guard saw me and I went, "Oh, shit." then I went back to my regular walk. Just a spoonful of sugar Makes the medicine go down The medicine go down, The medicine-- So we get to this 25-car garage of his and he's got shit none of the rest of us have. He has a motorized pogo stick. Who has that? Toby Keith has that. He's got a 5-horsepower Briggs & Stratton on it. You gotta ride it 'til it runs out of gas. Ain't no getting off that son-of-a-bitch. I went down his driveway twice and swallowed four pieces of gum. I was damn near beat. Fuck. A bicycle helmet on. He was laughing his ass off. He's got cars we ain't even seen in magazine. And he showed 'em to me. He says, "You know what this is?" I said, "No." He says, "This here, 1932 Ford blucka-blucka-something fancy, can't remember what he said." He said, "Only made two of these in the whole world, Rodney. I bought both of 'em. I blew the other one up over that pasture, so I could own the only one. Ain't that cool? I said, shit, I got a truck. It's over there. You saw it." I said, "I bet you ain't got none of that." He goes, "What is that?" I said, "That's magical reindeer corn, Toby." He said, "How come it looks like peanut M&Ms?" I said, "'Cause I'm just fuckin' with you." And you know, he didn't laugh at that? He looked at me, like, "What the-- who the fuck keeps peanut M&Ms in their pocket without a wrapper? What the fuck kind of shit is that?" I'm thinking, "I like 'em soggy. They're delicious." I can't believe he didn't laugh at that. I'd have laughed my ass off had somebody done that. So we got in his office that morning at 10 o'clock. We're working on the "Beer For My Horses" outline. This is where it all started. 10 o'clock that morning 'til 4 o'clock the next morning. We looked up long enough to eat a sandwich his wife had brought in for us to eat. I was so tired, I couldn't hold my eyes open, when he's still asking me questions. And he finally goes, "Hey, it's 4 a.m. We better go to bed." I'm thinking, "I just saw the Easter bunny." I'm trying to figure out is it 'cause I'm tired I saw the Easter bunny, or does he just got so much fucking money the Easter bunny lives at his house? I still don't know what-- I still don't know. So he says to me, really, honest to God, he goes, "C'mon, let me show you where you're sleeping." And he picked up my suitcase and started to carry it. You know what I thought? Boy, I'd like to have a picture of that. Toby Keith is carrying my damn suitcase. But my camera was in the suitcase that he was carrying. I thought it's gonna be awful rude for me to ask him to stop, let me unzip that bag, get the camera out, and zip back up and have him walk a little bit further while I pop off a few shots of him carrying my suitcase. So common sense just said, "Let that one go, Rodzick." So I followed him up a big spiral staircase and went down a long hallway, come to a firemen's post, slid down about half a floor. Come to a steel door with a slat. And a guy pulled it back. I could see his eyes. Toby said, "Strawberries," and the door opened. We're standing in this skating rink and Gary & Webster are holding hands going around and round in them 1980 skates, you know, where they got two wheels on the front and two on the back, listening to El DeBarge popular bands back then. "Time Will Reveal" was the song was playing. It was kind of freaky. Went down another hallway. Come to two doors. He opens 'em up, goes, "Here's where you're sleeping, Rodney." And on the inside of my body, I was jumping up and down, going, "mother-fucker!" But on the outside, I was going, "I guess this'll work." 'Cause I didn't want him to know my house would fit in this room I was fixin' to sleep in. So I said, "Well, Toby, I sure appreciate everything. I guess this is goodnight." He goes, "Goodnight." But he stood in the doorway and kind of looked at me. "So goodnight." I tried to make it sound like, "Get out." He finally left but, shit it was weird. [laughing] No, fuck it, I made that up. I made that part. I don't want you driving home, "Did you hear that shit about Toby Keith? What the fuck was that about? Fuckin' Rodney said, 'Goodnight,' then he stood in the doorway, and gave him loving eyes and said, 'Goodnight.' Rodney had to say, 'Goodnight,' make it sound like, 'Get out,' and he finally left. He's a fruitcake. I ain't never buying his shit again." I made all that shit up. I don't want that big mother-fucker comin' looking for me. I do not. I've seen him mad. I mean, real mad. We're shooting that movie. He come out of the bar one night, we'd had a little bit to drink. Some guy goes, "Hey, look, it's Randy Travis." And I was laughing as hard as I've ever laughed in my life. I mean, I was, like, [laughing], and Toby goes, "Who the fuck you calling--" and I went, "Oh, God." I went from laughing, ha-ha-ha-ha-- "Yeah!" Like, I fight. I don't fuckin' fight. It hurts. So anyway, Toby leaves the bedroom and this is the first time I'm in his guest bedroom and it's the first time I'm in his house by myself and you know what I notice? The whole house smells like Christmas cookie, which is way different from my house, which smells like dog shit. I'm used to it. My wife's dogs, oh, shit. I've tried without even, you know, just-- just fuck it, they're just there. I just used to it. They ever-- you walk in my house, you know-- you know when you're not the dog owner, right, like, you, "Yeah, you fuck you own it, you gotta feed it every now and then, but when it shit's in the floor, that's when you're, like, "Ah, fuck." Then you're looking for one of the kids. Jack, George, where's the-- there's some shit in there. But then when nobody's there, you're like, "Oh, God, I got to pick this shit up. You get that toilet paper and you wrap it up and by the time you get it done, it's like you got a boxing glove on. Then you start that breathing out your mouth, like, oh shit, all right. Oh, fuck, I can't even look at this. Oh, oh, oh, fuck, it's warm. Oh, mother-fucker. Oh, shit, oh shit, [gagging] oh shit. Oh, son-of-a-bitch. I'll kill that fuckin' dog. And you just have to pretend it never happened. So anyway, I'm snooping around Toby's guest... bathroom. And he's got, like, this real ornate thing. It holds Q-tips, 5,000, I counted 'em, right on the dot. I'm thinking, "Who the hell needs this many Q-tips in the whole house, let alone guest bathroom?" You're lucky to get toilet paper in my guest bathroom. You'll be wiping your ass with a sock. Your own sock. You come out of my guest bathroom without a sock on, you better have that shitty sock in your pocket. Don't try to hide it under my sink or flush it down the potty and clog it up, make me call the Roto-Rooter man, 'cause I'll have your ass. Are we clear? Moving on. So anyway, I'm laying in that guest bed of his. That son-of-a-bitch is so comfortable, I mean, I'm asleep like that. Ten minutes, I guess, rolls by and I heard, "Rodney, are you up?" I went, "Oh, shit," my ass clenched together real tight. And I grabbed the closest thing to me, which was a candlestick holder, about that long. I thought if I hit him with this, I'm just gonna piss him off and it's gonna get worse so I threw it down and I braced myself. And I'm not sure what the brace position is for keeping a weenie out of your ass but this is the one I was in. If you hold it real long, your ass will quiver on you like that. And then I heard this, "[static], Rodney, [static] can you hear me?" I thought, that's a speaker. Ha, ha! And I relaxed and shit myself in Toby Keith's house. I did. We wrote a song together. We wrote a song together, and it goes like this. [] I was 15 years old A young innocent boy On the playground at school When I first met Joy And her T-shirt was white And her chest Was quite large When the storm clouds Rolled in It started coming down hard I said white shirts And rain Yeah they bring on a change We knew she had a set When she got 'em both wet You could see everything I just stood there in awe She didn't have on a bra A cold wind hit her back Out popped her rack White shirts and rain Well I've heard 'em Called hangers And I've heard 'em Called cans And I've heard 'em called Cha-chas and chi-chis And boobies and Two really good friends Some like to be pet on Pinched on and pulled Some like to be kissed on Some you can't touch at all I said White shirts and rain Yeah they bring on a change We knew she had a set But when she get 'em both wet You can see everything And it's hard not to stare When they're sittin' Right over there Could you run Through my lawn? I got my sprinkler on 'Cause today looks Like no chance of rain [audience cheers] Yup. Put your clothes back on I'd rather be alone Your thing is all worn out Won't you go on home You've had too many lovers And they've worn off The hair There ain't no way I'm goin' in there Put your clothes back on And go on home I should've never gone out I should have Never had a drink Take that thing outside It's startin' to stink Your friends done told me Where you have been And I feel sorry For all those men Put your clothes Back on darling And go on home Yeah get that thing Away from me It looks like something That your dog would eat I've seen enough Won't you set me free I think that thing Just barked at me Woof! Early this morning It bit my leg Oh little darling Don't you make me beg Put your clothes back on Go on home Oh shit I'm scared I need medical care I think three midgets just Crawled out of there Well I was fine Before you came Would you throw Something over That awful thing And put your clothes Back on And go on home Yeah won't you put Your clothes back on And you be careful When you're driving home [audience cheers] You ever loved Whose underwear are these? If I'm the only one You ever loved How come you got So many Mardi Gras beads? You say I'm the only one You love You didn't come home The other night You said you had to Work late I came by your office With some cookies I baked I walked in |
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