What's the worst thing you've helped someone hide? Curry goat, rice and peas, and two K. A. Grapes. There were eight Jamaicans around.

For a summer, my neighbor would go into her dad's broken down truck in their backyard. One day, I went to see what was going on, only to catch her getting freaky all alone.

She begged me not to tell her dad. What?

Crazy. When I was a kid, my dad used to go on tons of business trips.

My job was to clear out the car when it got back. As you can already guess, I used to clear out empty cars on packets. Now, every time I feel bad about cheating, I'm consoled by this memory.

Thanks, dad. As you can guess.

Yes. My dad said, Thanks, dad, because every time I get a guilty conscience, I just remember this is dad's bag.

I'm consoled.

This is normal for me. It's hereditary.

Apples and trees. Yeah. It doesn't fall far from.