What's up, everybody? Welcome back to another episode of the best new fucking podcast on planet earth. Anything better?

Episode 16, episode Joe Montana with myself Paul Burzy, Bill Burr out in L.A.

We got the Greek freak Andrew Femles. We're rare and to go. This is the Post Mother's Day show.

And I got to tell you something, dude. Mother's Day, it's a bunch of fucking horse shit.

Okay, it didn't listen. I love my mother. Okay, listen, I love my mother. I call my mother.

I even drove up to see my mother 40 minutes from my house. I showed up. I gave her flowers. Me and Lucas went up there.

I gave her flowers while the girls went and did their nails and everything like that.

I'm not saying it's bullshit because it's disrespecting women or your mother. I'm saying it's bullshit with like the reservations are overpacked at the restaurant.

It makes a service at the restaurant suck. Everything is overpriced. The same shitty pasta dishes over fucking price.

And you know what it's like built to me. It's like Valentine's Day where it's just a way for them to fuck you financially for shit you do normally. Am I wrong?

Paul, never go out on a holiday.

Yeah, ever. It's ridiculous. New Year's Eve, fuck that Valentine's Day, fuck that St. Paddy's Day, fuck that Easter breakfast at the IHOP, fuck that.

Fuck all of that. Go out on flag day because nobody gives a shit.

Was that you who said, I think it was you who said, go out on Valentine's Day the next day, where it's just common.

Yeah, you could actually sit and talk to the person and have a normal conversation instead of

a lady's they like to go out. They like to see what the other women are wearing. They like to look at the couples. They do decorate the restaurant.

Whatever, Paul, anything that just keeps them happy, you know, maybe you can come home the next day, you know.

A couple hours to yourself.

I have no idea, but it's good that they definitely, you know, they definitely do the thing with Stacy Stacy wants to see I give a fuck.

This is what I figured about my wife. She doesn't necessarily care about mother's day. She wants to see I give a fuck enough to plan a mother's day for her. So she always says, listen, she goes, I'd like breakfast at home, do whatever you want. I like breakfast at home. Maybe a little fruit.

You know, if you guys could get you a cut up a fruit bowl for me, all right, she goes, you know, our garden has fresh chives. If you want to cut up those chives and put them in my cream cheese, you know, you could do that.

You know, she always says things like that. I'm not asking much, you know, just just get me just get me a cup of coffee to chop up some fresh chives, put it in my fucking cream cheese.

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