Welcome back to the basement yard. It is Monday, February 1, 2016. The Super Ball is this Sunday,

which means that the next episode of this next Monday, I'm gonna sound like an absolute

piece of shit because I'm just gonna be hung over as hell. I'm gonna start. We have a

I have a football I'm in a football league and every week we have a game on Sunday morning

and this Sunday our game is at 8 a.m. which means after the game, probably get home around

like 10 and probably gonna start drinking at 10.03 and that's and a game doesn't even start

until like seven or eight or some shit. It's gonna be disgusting. It's gonna it's just a

whole lot of beer. Oh God, I can feel myself getting fatter a week away. You know what I mean?

It's six days away, but whatever. My birthday is in 24 days, February 25th, I turned 24 years

old, which is sucks, which is sucks. All right, it sucks. It is sucks. And I don't care, you

know, people older than me is like 24. Oh my God, I wish it was 24 again. Oh man, I just

so much fucking weed when I was 20 shut up. All right, I feel as old to me. All right, anything

past 21, I'm like, fuck another one of these birthdays are not cool anymore. All right,

you got the 21 that was dope. What what do I look forward to now? Like your next birthday

that you look look forward to is when you turn 40 like I'm still here. I made it to 40

and then from then on, no one and no one gives a shit. Not even your friends. I like to

do it. I don't don't have to like come hang out with you or some shit. Like I don't it

doesn't matter. 24 is like an irrelevant birthday year. It doesn't matter. It's just an

excuse to drink, which I'm trying to cut back on because I'm trying not to be the fat

piece of shit anymore. Even though I do feel good, I've been running a lot and working out

every day at 8 a.m. I don't know if I've said that before, but yeah, I talk about it so

much. You got to get less gross guys that hashtag. Oh, man, I don't know where that came

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