Deeper than the Asthenosphere
So I was returning to LA from Miami, and I just so happened to be seated next to George Foreman. As you know, I am a nervous flyer, and I was going through Tootsie Pops like I was chain smoking. George was cool as a cucumber during the turbulence, and it comforted me. To break the ice, I said “Hey George, do you know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?” He replied, “Well, young man, it depends on where you think the center begins. Let’s say we are talking about the Earth. Are you talking about the the mantle, the outer core, or the inner core?” I let out a nervous giggle and answered, “Um… the chocolate part?” He looked at me both shocked and dead serious. “The inner core? You son of a bitch, don’t you know we’ll be burned alive?” Panicked, he got up and whispered something to the flight attendant. I was quickly restrained, and when we landed I was dragged off the plane by the police. That’s how I got put on the no-fly list.
Jared Leto to his publicist, 2022
And then the Foreman grill was marketed shortly after. Hot to the core, but safely wrapped in heat resistant coatings. You ain’t licking past those hard outer layers.
If Jared Leto was compulsively eating tootsie roll pops next to me on a plane I would also demand his immediate removal. Absolutely valid