Sam Parr describes a dinner where a stranger approached him and his wife asking invasive questions: when they first had sex, their checking account balance, the length of Sam's penis. Sam turned it around by demanding equally personal answers back, illustrating the awkwardness of overly familiar fan encounters.
Dude, I was at this one dinner recently and this guy clearly like was learning how to interact with people. And the first thing that he said to me and my wife was like, when did you guys first have sex and what was it like? Uh, I swear to God, I was so frustrated and I was like, I'll answer your question, but you got to answer mine first. How much money is in your checking account? How long is your dick? And what was it like when you saw your parents having sex for the first time? And he was like, what? I go, yeah, that's weird, right? I don't want to talk about that. Don't be weird.
