Starting off the show with a cough. That's good. Welcome in to the Robert Gucci show.

I am your only fucking host, Rob Gucci. This episode is not on video. I don't have the camera.

It's at the studio. We just did the alt cast for the Rangers game. It was horrible. They suck to watch.

So boring.

I find myself a lot less invested in sports these days just because I'm in that mode where it's like, well, I need to figure out my shit.

I'm not about to sit here and watch eight hours of dudes playing sports.

Like, I need to figure out my fucking shit.

My ceiling collapsed.

This happened last year.

It was a monsoon season.

And, um, there's a roof leak.

Okay.

So the water trickled down through the roof and was compiling inside my ceiling.

And eventually it broke through.

And water was pouring in my bedroom with no way to stop it.

The only thing you could do is put down a towel.

So I put down a towel, I called maintenance again.

I said, hey, my fucking ceiling caved in again.

And they said, we're going to be a word. We can come Wednesday morning at 8. Is that okay?

And I'm like, yeah. And the lady was like, you'll be up. And I'm like, fuck you. Yeah, I'll be up.

Bitch.

But yeah, pretty hectic week over here at the villa.

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