Fuck the game!

All right, let's do this. How are you? What the fuckers? What the fuck buddies? What the fuckineers?

What the fuckin' Americans? Yay! Fourth of July! This is it!

This is it! I hope you could afford to park some tanks around your houses here. That seems to be the thing to do.

Not quite a parade, but just park a few tanks around or if you've got a truck or a humvee.

Yeah, just something that looks slightly militaristic or daunting and timidating

spectacular and the kind of armament type of way. Don't be afraid to put it out in the yard this year because

that seems to be the theme established by the man in the house. And yeah, just park them.

You can't drive them around because they'll just destroy the streets, but you can have them towed in

and just left around kind of like a half-ass military trade show of some sort. And yeah,

you could do that. How are you? By the way, Jamie Lee, the comedian, is on the show today.

And she's got a couple books out. She's got a podcast called Couldn't Help But Wonder,

which is available wherever you get podcasts, but it's the Fourth of July. I don't know.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I do know I'm going to be a way. This is my second

Fourth of July in the new place. And I kind of am a little nostalgic for the ongoing firework

activity in my old neighborhood. It's always kind of jarring, exciting because back in Highland

Park, the Fourth of July, officially starts in mid-June, but kind of goes on year round and then

picks up intensity today. And I missed the excitement. There was one year on the Fourth of July.

I don't know if it was Fourth of July or New Year's where a bullet fell out of the sky

and shattered my back windshield. It wasn't shot into the windshield. It was literally a

celebratory bullet that was shot into the sky. You just excited. You know, there are those days

where you just got a shoot shit off. And it fell out of the sky into my car and broke my windshield.

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