What. the. fuck.

So basically, “I was going to skin and eat this baby bear, but I was late to dinner at Peter Luger Steakhouse, so I hid the baby bear in Central Park and put a bike next to it to make it look like a bike accident killed it instead. You know, because I was in a hurry to get to the airport.”

I love that he decided to tell this story to Roseanne Barr, of all people. I also love “everyone else with me was drinking but I definitely wasn’t drinking.”

"This was a little bit of the redneck in me.”

Sir, you’re a fucking Kennedy.