And you can't exhale,

We can exhale a little.

If you see me on Friday, you'll see different material on Saturday night.

Pretty much everywhere I go, I'm pretty much thinking I'm going to be bounced. I am still the outsider who snuck into the party. I identify with the regular person, because that is who I am.

My fear of camping: I’m convinced bugs will crawl up my vagina and lay eggs. Isn’t everyone?

Oh, I constantly say things that I regret. I mortify myself constantly. But that's just part of the deal. I'm not really sure what's going to come out of my mouth.