The following is an excerpt from the now-famous interview Rob Corddry gave Playboy magazine back in 1977. He was candid, personal, challenging and a little racist.

Playboy: What’s in store for Rob Corddry in 1977?

Rob: Mostly just my karate. I spar with Elvis once a week. I don’t know where I’d be without our little sessions, we both take the sport very seriously. We take a few greenies and beat the living garbage out of each other.

Playboy: You always have a glass of scotch in your hand. Is it real or is it apple juice?

Rob: It's Canadian Whiskey. No one makes whiskey like the Canadians. I can’t drink Apple juice because I have acute type-three diabetes, so... My body liquids will harden and my neck will swell up until my windpipe collapses.

Playboy: You’ve been a diabetes activist for some time now.

Rob: Nope.

Playboy: But you’re president of the National Diabetes Association.

Rob: Oh.

Playboy: Tell me about your music.

Rob: It’s very tuneful. When I’m in the studio working on a song and I realize that it has no melody, I’ll just put some of that in there. Same with notes. I try and use good notes over bad notes. But my music is mainly a vehicle for my politics. I want the US out of Vietnam right now.

Playboy: We’re out. Saigon fell in 1975. We’ve been out for two years.

Rob: Shit, really? Well, we’re probably fighting some secret war somewhere. Regardless, our young men are dying. I just wrote a song called, “Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town” with Mel Tillis. I want to get to the heart of the real problem with whatever war we’re fighting now. Our boys are coming back with busted up torsos and they were no longer able to get their cocks hard.

Playboy: You’re notorious for spending a lot of time at Plato’s Retreat, New York’s infamous swingers club.

Rob: I love to fuck. I love to do oral. I’ll put my cock into anything. I’m like a little girl that wants a pony for her birthday but my pony is fucking and my birthday happens every night at eleven-thirty.

Playboy: Is that because of the sexual revolution?

Rob: No, it’s because I was severely, severely abused by an uncle.

Playboy: Oh.

Rob: He would wear a dirty Santa suit and his breath smelled like hot dog liquor. That’s all I remember.

Playboy: Can you tell me a little bit about your relationship with Dolly Parton?

Rob: Nope.

Playboy: Ok. In 1975 you were accused of racism. What was that all about?

Rob: That was a heady, heady year for me. For all of us. The Son of Sam was on a killing spree, New York was going down the toilet, there was the black-out thing. I was splitting my time between the Warhol crowd and this downtown club call Heebee-Jeebees or something. I was snorting a lot of Peenobutal. Me and Shelly Duval had just split up.

Playboy: And you called Puerto-Ricans “light-brown devils” in The New York Post.

Rob: That is correct.

Playboy: Do you want to clear the air?

Rob: Nope.

Playboy: Let’s talk about your movie career.

Rob: Naaaaah.

Playboy: No, let’s.

Rob: I’d rather talk about my TV thing. I’ve been bitter about movies ever since I was cut out of It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World.

Playboy: Ok. What are you working on?

Rob: I’m developing a show about a cruise ship that takes a weekly journey with a cast of A-List celebrities. It’s got comedy and romance as well as a diverse group of regulars playing the ship’s crew. I’m gonna call it The Fuck Boat.

Playboy: You sure?

Rob: Well, no. I’m not sure how diverse the cast will be. Can I bum a cigarette off you?

Rob Corddry’s famous Playboy interview will continue next week.

Rob Corddry is an actor. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife and daughter.