Barney: All right! I'll tell you. My mother is selling the house I grew up in. All of my childhood memories gone, just like that.
Ted: That sucks. I've been there, buddy.
Marshall: What are you talking about? Your mother still lives in the house you grew up in.
Ted: With her new hippie husband Clint. The comfort of home is a little ruined when someone turns your old room... into what I'm pretty sure is a tantric sex temple. With all the bamboo, pot smoke and '60s music... it's like my old G. I. Joes are frozen in some weird Vietnam flashback.