Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's the Monday morning podcast from Monday, May 23rd, 2011. Oh,

Jesus. You can tell I'm sick. I got sick. Huh? You like that shit? You feel better about your life?

And a little fucking area that you've carved out in it. Huh? Does that make you look at Mr. Snuggle

Bear that you have hanging from your fucking cubicle and make you feel better? Well, I hope it does.

I feel like I didn't feel like shit. I just feel like my fucking throat is just all raspy. I did eight

shows at Caroline's Comedy Club. You probably wondering why Bill, why would one man do eight hours of

comedy? Well, I'll tell you why because we fucking put him up for sale and everybody bought tickets

and we started out in more and those all sold out. I felt like a big shot. Who's a fucking big shot?

But, you know, uh, fuck. This is gonna be a rough one, people. I've been flying all over the

I've had six flights in the last 15 fucking days. This last one was my final one. I'm going on

vacation next vacation vacation next week. Five fucking glorious days. Glorious days. I'm gonna go

to a Hampton Beach and fucking New Hampshire. I've got to get myself some fried dough. I'm gonna

pick a tattoo off of the wall. I'm gonna slap my girl around. I'm gonna do what you do on Hampton

Beach. Five fucking glorious days. I'm sticking my toes in the water. And that's what I'm doing. That's

what I'm doing. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm just gonna keep repeating shit on this podcast so

I can somehow make it be a fucking hour long. I'll just sing everything I just said, you know? So

I can make it an hour long. I'm just gonna sing everything I just said. Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus,

this is these are the days I wish I hadn't assisted. Hey, you know, what he what he what's been going

on in your week? Mike. Oh, fucking tell you I'm the married guy in this show and then he throws it

back to me. Oh, dude, I don't know how you do it. Oh, look at him. They're opposites. Just like Mike

and Mike, one guy's in the bleachers. The other guy. Oh, he's fucking right near the action.

And then the bleacher guy's always more real, you know? Oh, look at me. I'm so fucking real. Really?

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