Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's the Monday morning podcast for Monday, May the 6th.

May the 6th. Did you read your forecast for the day?

How, what does it say? What is that shit called? Astrology? Why don't we look up old fucking astrology right now?

You know what? It's raining out here in Los Angeles. Everybody always freaks out.

Oh my God, it's rainy. I can't drive in this stuff.

Oh, here's astrology. You know we have on here. Star of the day. Who will it be? George Clooney.

Aberdeenly, he's a Taurus and he was born today. May 6, 1961. Help me birthday to George Clooney, who turns 52 today.

Um, what kind of an asshole? I'll tell you what kind of an asshole looks this shit up. Adolf Hitler. And thank God he did.

Maybe if he didn't have his head up in the stars, he might have won that fucking war, right?

And I'll tell you right now, most of us wouldn't be here, including myself. Do you think that beaty little shark-eyed fucking Amy Schumer-cheeked psycho would fucking put up with my red-headed fate?

Walking around. I don't think he would. I don't think he would. I think he'd look at me and go, nah!

Oh shit. I drank like a fucking idiotly yesterday. I was going so well, everybody, when I was fighting that demon, that little whore, that little harlot that I like to call alcoholism.

I was doing so great. And by great, what I meant was I was actually working out in the morning before I went out and got shit-faced.

That's how I fucking wrestle that demon to the ground. You're like, that shit? Huh? Empty calories? What the fuck are you doing?

How do you tap out? No, I've been doing great. I've been doing the stairs. This is set of stairs down the fucking street.

And I know most people see, most people drive by, they see a set of stairs. But not old freckle face here. You know what I see? I see a free gym.

So I've been going up and down these fucking things. All right?

There's four sets of stairs, and I'm doing them with Cleveland Zone, Jason Lawhead. All right? There's four sets of stairs, so we're looking at it like a basketball game.

All right? The first set of stairs is the first quarter, second stairs, second quarter. You get the idea.

Right? Something to take our mind off the fact that we're a couple of booze hounds trying to drag our fucking drunk asses, hung over asses up these stairs.

So you basically, you go up, down, up. That's the first quarter. Then the second quarter is a short one.

So that one you got to run. You're trying to run them out of the building. Or if you walk it, that means you know, you blew a fucking eight point lead.

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