Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Byrne. It's time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday.

Monday, December 4th, 2000 and fucking, uh, 17. Yeah, there we go. I just realized I just

gave a fucking, I just gave Dean Del Rey a check and I wrote December 5th on it. I thought

tomorrow was December 5th. Well, it is by the time you hear this, but I did this Sunday

night. Nah, fuck. I'm not going to deposit the check. Well, they can still deposit it,

right? And then they don't fucking, whatever. Dean Del Rey opened for me this weekend. Only

shit. We got the levels up too high here. They're too high. I can't hear myself thinking

here. For God's sakes, could you just shut it down, please? Thank you. Um, dude, I'm fucking

sitting there. What? Dude, I'm sitting there minding my own business in my house, my fucking

house. Fuck you, bankers. It's my now until I die. Then you get it back. Don't you get

cunts? Um, they just sit there waiting. If you would pay off your house, look out your window.

There'll be a bankers sitting out there like a fucking, like a goddamn vulture waiting for you to

fucking look at them. Look at me and bacon. I guess bacon's good for you now. I don't know what

the fuck I don't know what I'm talking about. Um, anyways, um, I wonder what room I'm going

to die in in this house. If you think about that, when you just get the house, like I'm not

fucking leaving. I'm staying here, right? And then you just, when you want to make that

decision, you're like, well, then I'm going to fucking die in here. What room is it going

to be? I think a lot of people die at breakfast, nooks, you know, just sitting down, having

some toast, reading the morning paper. That would be a bad way to go. Let's go face down

until like fucking half piece of grapefruit. Honey, um, what room would you want to die in?

You don't want to do it in the shower, right? That's fucking awful. Then you're all waterlogged.

You know, bang your head on the fucking. A lot of people die in the shower. They slip

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