So yesterday, we'll get to Cilow in just a second.

Yesterday, I played a piece as Gio tipped me off to it to a sad caller on Saturday with Joe B.

Joe Bino. Joe Beningo, who lost focus for a moment as this man is pouring out his heart and soul.

And so instead of just playing it, and I'll be very clear, this was on Joe.

We were not by any stretch.

We felt bad for this man.

We were having fun with Joe, who was just spaced out and not paying attention because of other reasons.

And I decided to put together, rather than just play it,

I made it a little production piece to it.

And it sounded something like this, Willie.

Tomorrow's going to be a big day from before I was able.

My daughter hasn't talked to me in five years, six years.

I wish she calls me. I hope she calls me, Joe.

Yeah.

It hurts.

Say that again. I missed it because the zoo was telling me something.

What happened

with your daughter now? What was the deal?

Joe, come, man.

What the hell was it?

So this poor guy is a regular caller of Joe.

You had tears. You got tears in his life.

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