Dudes. Seriously. This is completely tweaked. I was in my car in the mall parking garage getting high out of my flipping brain last weekend when who should I see but my boss from "America's got Talent!"
I know, right? But wait, it gets worse.
I admit, I was brain-addled -- after all, I was there to see Pineapple Express. I thought it would be wise to jump out of the car, stroll on up with my lungs full of quality smoke and say, "How ya doin?"
Bad idea. Scared the bejeezus out of her with my coughing fit. I asked her if I might accompany her to see Pineapple Express seeing as how neither of us had a date.
Guess what?! She was there to see something else! Space Chimps. "That looks stupid," I said. "Come see Pineapple Express with yours truly."