Remember last night while we were watching TV in our dark room and you kept mashing the remote but the channels didn't change? Er, ugh, that wasn't
the remote.
Dave: O.K. Springer, I'm going to count down backwards from three. When I get to one, you'll awake to find yourself naked and tapping your foot in a
room full of men.
Springer [in trance-like state, thinks to himself]: I love lamp...
Dave: It's ok Springer, a lesson learned. If the guy looking to park your car is holding a 40 ouncer and wearing no shoes, he's probobly not the
valet parker.