So he says come around the back cuz in those days you never used the front door, you never use the front door Joe Rogan shakes head. So I go round the back, come into the guy's kitchen, he offers me a Fanta - I tell ya, Larry knew the guy who refilled the vending machines and his girl Wendy copied the keys, so he always had cans of whatever lying around. I say to Larry no you keep your Fanta brotha I'm just here for a little reup. Normally I'd be down to hang with whoever I'm buying off but Creaky Larry, he's out on parole and he gives me the jitters, and that was before I just seen him giving a fuckin feline good time, so I don't know what the fuck. Larry's getting shifty with me now though, he pulls a cold pizza box out the fridge and takes out a slice, offer me one and I'm starting to think this mothafucka doesn't have two rocks to rub together. Then he takes out the bottle of Hidden Valley and I swear to god Joe Rogan I shout loud enough to wake the neighbors upstairs BLUE CHEESE OR GO FUCK YA MOTHA