Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's the Monday morning podcast from Monday, March 25th,

2013. Just like that, it's the end of the third month. We're almost a quarter of the way through the year.

Where is it going? I'm sitting downstairs in my, you know, I don't even know if it's a room right now.

I don't know if you can call it a room, you know, I'm so fucking sick of this bullshit. I swear to God, I'm ready to just give

into the insurance companies and just be like, you know what dude, what do you want to stick in there?

I recycled toothpicks all mashed together with some elmer's glue. Yeah, fucking stick it in there.

All right, you dicks. Like I didn't know you were going to do this to me. The day I fucking got insurance from you guys.

You know, we reviewed your policy and we actually found some areas of the book.

It was fucking do that Goddaman. Fucking pussy ass insurance adjuster, right?

The guy comes here, you know, and he's all fucking smiles and rosy cheeks throwing stripper glitter all over the

fucking room. Hey, we're going to cover everything. Don't you worry about it. We're going to book them beep up up and

boom, boom, boom, right? And then what happens when the hammer comes down, is he looking me in my eye?

Is he standing in my living room with outside air blowing through his fucking hair because I have no fucking roof?

No, how does he do it? He calls me up leaves a fucking message. That's what he does.

Someone over here like Chris fucking cringle. He calls up. All right. Like some fucking college age dude who doesn't

not have breakup with his chick. So he just does it over the phone, right? Because he doesn't want to deal with the waterworks.

You don't want to see me break down and cry. You know, as he tells me that he reviewed my policy and oh, wait a minute.

I'm not as covered as as I thought I was. You know, then he'd see my bottom lip start quivering.

He'd see my shoulder start shaking right here. He didn't want to be there for that ugly mess.

It's bad enough when a broad starts crying. Forget about a grown man.

Did I just say grown man? That's one of the expressions I can't stand the most in comedy.

I'm a grown man. How many fucking we know we can see it. You have a beard. You asshole.

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