So back in my college age, party years, I didn't take great care of my health, right? And 1. I'd have to party in real hard with my buddies. Uh, we're at Wendy's the next day, probably 11 12:00 and we're in line with about 20 hot college cheerleaders because it's College cheer Week in Daytona Beach. And, um, I ended up having a diabetic attack in line flopping around like a fish on the ground. My buddies had to, like, hold me up in line while paramedics were called and they're grabbing me orange juice and stuff from, you know, uh, Wendy's and, uh, you know, trying to just hold me up Weekend at Bernie's style and keep me as least, embarrassed as possible around all these hotties and, uh, I appreciate their efforts, but the damage had been done. But I survived, so that's cool. So