Kick this motherfucker, Neil Lee.

The What's up, you Savages, Uncle Joey here with his trusted bodyguard, Lee Syatt, direct from Israel.

It's the church of what's happening now, New Testament, Tuesday, July the 29th, right?

Right. All right. What's happening?

Well, I'm good, dude. I'm happy to see it. And something else is July 29th. My beautiful nephew, Nikki Porkchops, aka Nikki Hoboken, aka Nikki Jersey City,

aka Nikki Elections,

aka Nikki Askley's happy birthday to my favorite fucking nephew.

The month of birthdays.

The month of birthdays.

Two fucking birthdays.

One last week and one this week.

Two weeks I got to eat cake,

but today's cake was very good too.

It was a nice Carvel, little one, fresh, not when, like if you don't live in Jersey or New York, you're eating that shit that's 22 days old. You know, it's like fucking paint. That top layer, the top layer where it says like happy birthday stupid, peel that off. It's like shoe fucking leather by the time we get it. I lived in California for 23 years. I suffered like that. For years, I had to go to birthday parties and eat the Carvel, make him believe I was having a good time. But it was 20 days old as cake, and I miss Carvel that much, and I would eat it. You know what? It was nice today because George, it was like sitting out a little bit and like the top got a little soft. Like I didn't know it was ever like it tastes almost like marshmallow, which like I didn't know. I had never because my, like I had ice cream cake when I was a kid, but like my introduction to like Carvel cakes was you. And because you, dude, like that was like one of the first rules I learned with you.

It's like if it's any sort of event,

there's going to be a Carvel cake and there's not going to be any other cake.

I'm holding on to the last of my face out in fucking Studio City

where people want to eat a carrot cake for your birthday.

I'm not showing up with a carrot cake for your birthday. And it's got homemade cream cheese and gluten free and there's no nuts. Get the fuck out of here. It's your birthday. If the kids eat a peanut, fuck them. It's your birthday. It's your birthday. It's your birthday. So I, listen, man, I don't know if you call me nostalgic.

I don't know what you should call me.

I don't know what you should call me.

But I know that you have to fucking stand up for something.

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