I'm going to go and I'll be Oh, wow, wow. Why'd your fat fucking mouth?

Acka mout.

Hey, take a crazy!

How'd that sound all right? Yeah. All right. All right, folks, welcome to the show on a filthy

Monday. It's always Monday, is it not? I gotta go to a doctor for the sleep fucking I don't know what

the fuck's going on man my eyes are bleeding out of my head as you can see I

don't know what yes I'm still going to bed at a ridiculous salad, but even when I don't, I'm waking up in the middle

the night to pee like old men though, but I usually used to go back to now I stare at this

and a half.

And then from about 7 o'clock to when my alarm goes off a little before 9,

I have these fucking anxiety dreams. This one was the weirdest one, not the weirdest, I don't know, I was in a hockey game.

NHL, it's that time of year I guess, it's all mixed up. I get Israel bombing a hockey rink I'm in it I get the

nose mixed with the sport but I'm on the ground and I knock the winning golden place

go shit house but you can't glove it and this is what I'm dreaming when the alarm goes up and

and the ref said good goal because it hit one of their defensemen so that counts

I don't even know if that's how it works. And then the alarm went off.

I wake up, fucking exhausted because I stand at the ceiling for an hour to half.

And this has been going on for a month. I'm going to have a-s- I'm going like my dad.

I just fucking know I'm going out like the old man I swear my mother

unless I get that provision shit.

Anyways nobody got that neither did did I. Shut up, Nick.

Oh, God, fuck yourself.

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