After a long day of filming and exercise. And a long nite of editing and drinking...drinking A LOT, I get the hiccups and talk candidly and often incoherently about my upcoming volunteer service I have to wake up for early the next morning. I am serving a soup kitchen, and my Silly self boils that down to old ppl. I'm wearing a flannel from "emo rock", an ex lover. This is kind of intervention-level Tipsyeness. But I'm happy. I seem to be very worried about the old women of the world and rest assured I will be OK for them after I rest. "I don't know anything about porn (hic) can I get you some... Show more