That night when you have insomnia so you put on Ascot o’ the Day and drive to Walmart for no reason because you don’t need a darn thing so you prowl the aisles to find something to amuse you and you begin to feel like you’re just a loitering transient wearing an ascot and then you’re in the infant section and you remember you need to buy a gift for a baby shower and you’re you so of course you decide to give Butt Paste. 👶 Yeah. That night.