Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday May 9th, 2016. What's going on? How you doing? There, fuckos.

Oh, freckles laying on his back, trying to get rid of the sciatica. It's much better. Sciatica. Sciatica. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sciatica.

A lot of people don't know that was the original lyrics to Panama, you know?

David Lee wanted to say, you know, sciatica and Eddie wanted to, and Alex wanted Panama.

And Michael Anthony's like, come on guys, you know, stuff he said in a much higher voice. Can we fucking just get along here?

And David ended up giving into the brothers and that's what it next thing, you know, he was on his own when I'm just did you know.

So, um, yeah, my back's doing, uh, it's doing much better.

Slowly but surely I've kind of found out that it's going to sort of work itself out if I just don't have to sit on my fucking ass from here to Jacksonville every other week.

But that's the life that I live, you know?

This is the weirdest injury ever. Usually if you're fucked up sitting down, you know, and resting is a good thing.

This thing I just got to kind of, I got to lay down.

I'm a mess. I'm taking that fucking ibupro. I don't know what the fuck it is. Some anti inflammatory thing.

I'm stretching like a fucking NHL goalie trying to get everything all fucking undone down there, but I don't know what's going on.

I don't know, but it is, uh, it is getting better. But I, um, I flew all the way back today from Jacksonville.

Uh, had a great time. And by the way, here's here's some, uh, here's some advice for you when you're out on the road and you're going to get a breakfast.

All right. Unless you're in some mom and pop place and you could see over the counter, you can watch them making your food, which I don't necessarily really like to do.

If you've got no order eggs, don't ever order scrambled eggs.

I know what you're thinking. Why, Bill? Why wouldn't you do that? Cause they got a giant fucking vat that they've made.

Scramble eggs are the fucking oatmeal of eggs when you go to restaurants. It's just it's like the trail of Zanya. It's just that as you fucking, you know, is your fucking eggs, especially like this morning, the place where I went to Jacksonville,

I ate at the Chili's restaurant in Jacksonville, Florida. I know you guys are jealous, right? Oh my god, he gets to see everything.

So me and for a shot who murdered it all week, um, we ordered the, the whatever, the American breakfast or something there.

And your only option on the eggs was scrambled. Okay. Now if that's the fucking case, that means they got a giant vat that was probably made. I don't know how long ago, whatever the health code violation is plus five minutes, you know, it's been sitting. So you got the rubber fucking eggs.

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