We brought a vibrator to the bedroom. Yeah, doesn't feel like a win for me. When your girlfriend asks for a vibrator, it kind of feels like you cooked her a steak, and then from under the table, she pulled out a better steak. And then she just starts putting ketchup on yours, like, "Yours is good." It's intimidating. Man versus the machine.

And women don't know this, but it's a desexualized angle for us. You guys are up in the penthouse having a great time. For us, we're down there just going through the junk drawer of the flashlight. The problem is you guys compare the vibrator to a penis. Stop doing that. Stop it. It's nothing like a fucking penis. I've never touched my penis, had my fingers go numb. I'll touch every man's penis in here, and not one of them will make my fingers go numb. 10 different vibration settings on the vibrator. Not one of them remind me of my penis. There's one that goes. That's not a penis. That's a Chevy.

And why the fuck aren't you women honoring whoever this brave woman was that was pitching these vibrations settings, knowing they didn't get her off from a penis, it was just other shit that got her off? She was at a table full of men pitching ideas. None of you honor her. She had to be brave. She had to let people know she got off in a weird way. "Hey guys, I got an idea. You guys ever start a car after a cold night? I think that could get a pussy wet." There's another one that goes ... yeah. "Hey guys, I got an idea. You ever fuck a dude having cardiac arrest? You ever had a man die inside of you? I think that could help a vagina or two."