I'm not. Oh, yeah. Why's your fat fucking mouth?

Why's your fat fucking mouth?

Who you think you're talking to?

How are you folks? I'd like to say great to be back but I don't want to be fucking here.

To you? Well you do because you guys were working. I had supposedly a week off but you know, it was filled with, oh, duck work that was put in

wrong under my house and humidity coming up through the house and buckling the floors and whatnot and transmission went on my car and you know life.

It was more stressful this fucking week off than us actually working.

Anyways, hey, I could have cancer, as my dad would say, and I would go,

shut the fuck up, you compare him cancer with the fucking duck work?

He said that to me once.

He goes, how you're doing son?

I was living in the, I go, my neighbor backed over, knocked my lamp post over for the second time

in six months. He goes, it's not like cancer. I go, yeah, dad, that's what I was trying to say.

That's what I was trying to say. Like a doctor said, I get bad nose for you, right?

You have stage four lung cancer. Good nose is, your lamppost is still up.

And you're trying. Boy, did that one piss me off.

Dad, I didn't say it was cancer.

Mama.

We got a guy weed whacking outside the building and leaf blowing and as you know

leaf blowers and weed whackers they have a if you have a boat a mercury 250

engine on it 250 horses on it.

250 horses.

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