Hey, everybody, it's me, Kathleen Madigan. Welcome to Madigan's Pubcast. You grab

yourself a drink, pull up a bar stool, and let's talk about what's been going on.

That's crazy. This July is two years since we've been doing this. Yep. I know it's confusing

because there's 95 episodes, but I forget that we're doing it once a week because I'm

like, well, that doesn't make sense. There should be like 700, but that's only if you did

it every day. That would be imperial math. Oh, my God. I'm sorry, I'm not year-witched.

So many things. Well, the Fourth of July is over. Did you have fun? Termites? Do you still

have your hands? Anybody blow off their hands? My neighbor's deaf and jubbi, or jubbi, as

I like to call them, had a wonderful what he buys because, well, if whether I'm in Missouri

or Tennessee, it doesn't matter. You can buy as many fireworks as you want. Nobody gives

a shit. I mean, they're supposed to be rules, but well, not in the Ozarks. There's no rules.

In Nashville, technically, Davidson County, there's rules, but no. The sirens start at about

four. That's when you start here and the ambulance is and people just shoot and shit off.

But I call it good, clean American fun. Now, I know people with dogs don't like it. That's

a whole different issue because then they get super freaked out. But I don't think you're

going to stop. Not when there's fireworks, places that sell, like I went and got a stuff

of stuff for the kids. It's quiet. What you did? Tanks and stuff. The fun stuff, the chicken,

that lays an egg. And even as an adult, I can't believe it did it. I'm still amused and

amazed, but did it? Was it on Instagram? The chicken that laid the egg? The kids laughed

their asses off. They can't believe it. Snakes, stuff like that. What am I drinking before

I go? Well, Canada Day was great. And I posted a clip of my favorite Canadian comedian,

Mike Wilmont. And he does a big thing about coming home drunk, about how guys come home drunk.

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