Oh yeah, oh yeah, how are you folks?

Welcome to the filthy show on a filthy Thursday, stay in a judge, or how you is, what it was,

and what it'll be.

And the revolution will be televised unless it's on Comcast.

We're a fucking cable company in the nation. My brother worked for Time on a cable for,

I don't know, 40 years, retired early, fucking knows his shit.

When I told him we had Comcast on, he started laughing, I go, what's so funny, he goes,

you're gonna fucking shit, I'll bet there.

And I'm like, oh, come on.

They've been to my house more times than, I'd say, the FedEx and the UPS guy combined,

and we rebuilt the kitchen, don't be get.

It's a lot of deliveries.

I'm watching hockey last night, again, about two in the morning, doing what I should be

doing.

Wife's upstairs, crying.

No, I'm watching hockey, and pitch discos black.

Oh, signal.

No, no, no, fucking nothing.

Then they apologize, and then they go check your, well, you just apologize, apparently

it's on your aunt.

You mubbleless fucks, the words mean anything anymore?

So I went into the living room, so it was no big deal, I get 19 TVs, put that one on.

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