Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr. It's time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday, April 9, 2018. How the fuck are you doing? Huh?

Oh, that's good. That's good. I just got back from Cincinnati or as they call it the nanny.

The night before I was in Pittsburgh or as they call it the burg about a year ago this time I was in Cleveland or as they call it the land.

I've always wanted to do a gig in Akron or as they call it the Ron.

What is with that part of the fucking country? What is St. Louis? They call it the Louis, the Louis.

Hey, welcome to the Louis. Hey, welcome to the walkie. Welcome to the in an order, not to state Minnesota, any, any order?

Welcome to theapolis. Welcome to the Paul. That one only works with the burg, the nanny, the land, and I'll bill bur the douche.

And when we return, we're going to be discussing the upturn in the stock market.

You know, it's funny. I didn't give them shit about that at all.

I didn't even think about that the whole time I was there. I was too fucking tired. I flew in Thursday night so I could get up early the next day and go do WDDE with Randy and Bill.

And I went in there, Ian bag sitting there like the fucking headliner is in this Joe Barton. We had a great time.

And I evidently I said bullshit twice and I said fuck once. I knew when I said fuck because everyone, oh, I'm such a foul mouth, freckled jerk off. I didn't even realize I did it. I felt bad.

Whatever, I had a good time. So I want to thank Randy and Bill for having me in all these years. That's why I sell tickets in Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh was a very difficult ticket to sell for a long fucking time.

You know, I used to work that goddamn cavernous improv. It's not a comedy club. It's not a theater. It's just a giant.

They should have a fucking DJ in there. One of those big rooms with no chairs, right? And the guys just start spinning. Everybody's on fucking drugs.

Whatever it is they do. Actually, you know, I've seen some of those DJ's lately. I've seen some of those YouTube videos and you they have little Cassio keyboards.

You know, to add to their beats.

Do you think it's harder to play drums with just your little fingers than actually play drums?

You know what I'm getting sick of? I'm getting sick of the one man band guy, you know, when they got that little fucking thing.

Where they do a drum beat first, then they add the bass and then they yell some shit and then they fucking do something else. I mean, how many people are going to do that fucking act?

All right.

It's like I get it. You have no friends. You know, it's like the baseball kid for a musician.

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