Chelsea Handler: Drugs, Dog Parks, & Dick Appointments

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And my cousin goes to check off meats. And I go, what are you doing? What are you doing? And she's like, I have a beef jerky in my backpack. Oh, my fucking God. Beef jerky. I looked at her. I go, what? Rip that up and throw that. I have edibles, mushrooms, and a sheet of fucking acid on me. And you're declaring a chomp's beef stick? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Get the fuck out.