 How bad was your way you did Steve? I don't want to talk about it because I'm having some kind of nunch. My job was looking after eight porn stars that went to Hollywood for eight weeks to see if they could crack it. And my job was in a Winnie-Bago looking after them. I'm like, is this for real? Is this really and truly? And then what was a nightmare that was, while I was out there, I made a blue, a blade of blue for a porn film, took the age test, done it, and they went, we guarantee you, Davey, we guarantee you this film will never be seen out of me. Because we're selling it to a hotel chain ring, and it's only going to be shown in North America. You can't take this film off of the hotel porn. You can't take it off, so it'll only ever be shown out here. I forgot it. Two years later, I'm in fucking Vegas with someone else's wedding. She went, I ain't it beautiful? We paid the money and I was getting married in the morning. So I completely forgot two years ago. I don't know what hotel they're going to put me in for them. So I got married in the morning, and then the afternoon, while we were in the hotel suite, and she stuck the porn online on the old vibrating round bed with a smearer. Uncover, old man.