Tucker Pillsbury was prone to saying the wildest shit, all the time. He’d talk on and on about stuff that didn’t make sense half the time just because he could.

He was not PR trained, hell no.

As his girlfriend, a respectable B-tier celebrity that was PR trained, you were supposed to keep him in check. And you did! You tried, at least.

You couldn’t really control what he said when you weren’t there, though.

Since the announcement coming out that Tucker Pillsbury was going to star in a Lena Dunham movie, Good Sex, with Natalie Portman, he’d had a few interviews smattered here and there, despite the release date being over a year away.

He was fine in most of them, but one of them — he was definitely on some sort of drug when he was doing that one. You could quote, he said, in that deliciously serious but obviously satire voice of his, “I decided to star in Good Sex because it’s exactly what I give my girlfriend every night.”

Yes, this man was going to be the death of you, and that clip was going to break the Role Model side of the internet.

He’d said a few other out of pocket things in that interview, but you’d forgotten most of them. After a drive home, he collapsed on the couch in your apartment.

“God, I’m tired. Being a famous, sexy movie star’s fucking exhausting.” he said, his voice muffled against the couch cushions.

You let out a laugh and wonder just how many glasses of wine he’d had during that segment. More than one.