Alexandra Daddario - Baked in Brooklyn (2016)

Okay.

Wow.

This feeling just seems exciting.

And glamorous.

And, like, potentially extremely lucrative.

I'll hopefully make enough money to live on,

and I'll get to, like, live, capital L,

in a way I haven't before.

Plus, I'll have stuff to write about,

which would be cool, in that I want to be a writer.

It's honestly kind of perfect, right?

I don't know.

But, like, here's the main thing.

My chances of getting caught

are, like, relatively slim, right?

Which, you know, is maybe fucked up,

but it's true, statistically speaking.

It's totally true. - You mean, like--

And I hate smoking ****,

so it's not like I'll smoke all my product or something.

Oh, boy.

And you will be on a very specific ration.

Okay, fine.

So you also will not smoke all of my product.

Seriously, though, anything I would want to get

is, like, totally impossible right now.

I don't believe that for two seconds.

Well, if you play your cards right

and earn it, maybe you'll get a discount.

I know how to earn it. - Oh, yeah?

I know exactly how to earn it.

And I got one response.

I feel like that might not add up to a full-time job.

Could you just not sell it and then say that you did?

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