 You come out of the shower and you just bust out into a sweat. It don't matter if you got a white beat on. Dang. Draws or nothing. It don't matter. You can't even say white beater no more. You got to say your white tank. You know what I mean? Because it's just not proper. You can't say that no more. No, it's not even proper or correct. Really? Can't say it. I think it's a California thing. Can't call it a beater. None of that stuff. You don't need tank tops on the West Coast underneath your T-shirt. Maybe I should say that. Okay.