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Oh yeah, oh yeah. How are you folks? Dirty Monday, filthy, filthy Monday. That's all

the R's Mondays. Let's not kid ourselves. It's like Groundhog Day. Good to be with you.

How was your weekend? I lost my fucking wallet, which I've never done as an adult. I haven't. Never

lost a wallet ever. Lost one when I was in high school on spring break, Fort Lauderdale. I

got home. Guess what was in the mailbox when I got home? My wallet with the money still in it.

Oh, I'm sure that'll happen today. I don't, I went to a fucking bar. Got a haircut, went to the

bar. I remember paying with my credit card at the bar. I checked the credit card company. That's

where it was used last. Fucking went back day yesterday, looking where I parked, went in the

fucking bar. Good shit face fell down. Lost my pants. Now listen. No. Yeah. And of course the

fucking young broads behind the beginning. No. The bar kind of goes, that's fine. We've had like

four complaints like that in last two days. I go really. You think there might be a fucking pattern?

Maybe somebody that works here or a regular? She didn't even connect it to. Really, we've had

11 rapes in the bathroom, but I am fucking, yeah, that I'm doing though. Nobody's used it yet.

The credit cards or anything. I'm giving it a couple days because somebody could mail it.

Savannah is friendly as it gets. If there's any town left that somebody might do that, you know.

Unless they recognize my name and my license and they vote Democrat right now, the guys wipe it

as ass with my conceal and carry fucking. And then mailing it back. And then they like it back

exactly. Hey, this five dollar bell smells like caca. Yeah, so I've never, you know, I don't want

to cancel everything quite yet. I'm going to give it a day or two. If you're out there and, uh,

uh, damn it. What a weird feeling. You feel fucking naked without your wallet.

Because I'm a shopaholic. Yeah, so that was that fucking. It's weird. What else?

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