Oh, my gosh. I had the worst day ever. I was at Build-A-Bear and they rejected my credit card. Oh, same. Today, I applied to be an organ donor and they rejected me. You know, I think they’re beard racist down there at the Goodwill. What are you doing? Hmm? You’re hijacking my story. You’re being a story terrorist Story terrorist? Yeah, you’re one-upping my story. How am I supposed to feel sorry for myself if your story’s worse than mine? Well, that’s what you do when you hear a story, you reciprocate, tit for tat, your story for my story. Well, this is more tit for tit, or tit for Rhett. This is all about Rhett’s tit. How is it my tit? I’m tat, you titted I’m tatting. Well, how can I be the main character if you’re tat is bigger than my tit? Okay. Well, let’s go back to your tit. You were at the Build-A-Bear, your card got declined, then what? Yeah, so I actually just noticed they were swiping it wrong and I told ’em to turn it around. They swiped it again and it worked. And I bought myself a teddy bear. Or is it a tittie bear?