Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Byrne. It's time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday, February 1st, 2016.

What's going on? There you go, the first month of the year is out of the way. An old Billy Boos bag has been doing really well.

All right, last time I got hammered. Last time I got hammered was the last day, Versi was out here visiting me. Whatever fucking day that was, it was like the second or third of January.

And I didn't drink for the rest of the month other than the fact I had eight beers left over from the Rose Bowl. So I just drank like one a day for eight straight days.

Always wanting a second. Forget about a third and a ninth beer, but I just had one that was it. So it's not bad for me.

You know, I went like three weeks without drinking the eight straight days. I only had one beer and then yesterday I didn't have any beer in the fridge.

I might have a Guinness left, but I didn't drink it. So you know, we were out here. It was Sunday. It was fucking raining to beat the band.

Is that the fucking expression to play the band? I even know what it was fucking pouring out here for like legitimately the almost the entire day, which is great.

We could probably use about 90 more of those days, but that was good that that was happening. So I just fucking stayed home didn't do shit.

Last time I did Joe Rogan's podcast. He gave me some elk meat that he had a he fucking killed an elk. He murdered it.

Premeditated the man got in his car said I'm going to kill a fucking out, but he didn't know which one.

So we can only get him on second degree murder. And I became an accessory to the murder when I agreed to take some of the carcass off his hands.

Now he just gave me these two like giant like softball sized things of elk and they've been sitting in my freezer.

So I heard the meats really lean and that it could be a little gamey. So I just looked up some recipes and there was something there for like elk chili.

And so I made that yesterday and it was fucking delicious. Of course the lovely Nia goes out there and be like, is this done? This doesn't look done.

I guess I'm just not used to chili with this like consistency. This looks more like a stew because it wasn't any tomato paste in the recipe. It was still delicious.

It was definitely a little more watery. So she had to go out and go fuck with the whole thing. And I'm eating the one that I made and I'm enjoying it.

She just keeps in like the other room. Just kept going like, yeah, I don't know. I just think it needs like four salt or whatever.

And it's just like, well, you shut up. It's fine.

Fucking time I go out in the kitchen. She fucking nitpicks. Whatever the hell it is that I'm making. It's fucking unbelievable.

She makes something I eat it. I was, it's good. Go out there and go to the fucking spice rack.

And I was, it's, it's, it's rude. It's rude.

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